He walks around with a blind fold
On his eyes turning a blind eye
On the people he's hurting
While his wife in the corner of the
Darkness cries for herself
And the needles that plucks her heart
Heavy she still holds it in her hands
Hoping that he'll take off the blind fold and
See the damage he have cost.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoesiaTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
