There is a note that's burning in the heart of a broken mind
A tune of thunderous anger and sorrowful mysteries
A lie, perhaps--
Or maybe a hidden truth.
It speaks louder than the words weaved by the universe
A starry night reflecting faces scrunched in pitiful sorrow.
A body so cold holding bruises with a tight smile
How could one simply laugh it off?
As they lie with their hands hidden deep in their grave
Was it a weakness, or maybe a stone cold truth?
That people are more than just heat?
No,
It's just cold heat.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
