Clouds poetry

Well true

Life is hard
Job interviews make me nervous
Dreams can be real only if you let them,
I can write for hours and hours until I bleed
Everything on paper.
Often times we sit and think in the silence
What's our purpose and dose it really matters?,
I don't want to be buried by lies and falls hope
Give me truth cut me deep with your words
Sure it'll hurt but I'll patch myself after,
Love is hard if you don't put in the effort
Like anything it's half half don't give away
All your flowers to a gardener who won't
Wet them.
Take my hand let's cross the bridge and take
A trip to heaven up high in the clouds is where
We'll go, under all that dirt was a boy so sweet
Who sadly took his life with a rope,
The devils they walk on this earth smiling behind
Mask but their the ones who will lend you the rope,
Didn't had time to catch the shooting star so I make
A wish to the universe instead
I wipe my hands with an old cloth hoping it'll remove the invisible blood I shed and sink away
In my bed hoping, I'll wake up somewhere far away.
-ashes poetry