Inside?
Or outside?
It's been wrong for a long time
We close
our minds
and decide
it's fine
I don't know enough words to describe what's going on
My head, hurts—
from writing this trash
my eyes, burn—
from crying all night
I would like
if it rhymed,
But my thoughts flow in more than just a simple line
and it cracks
inside
to fix a mistake will take all night
to fix my mess will take all life.
(one eraser won't be enough—My mistakes have been already done—My words will soon probably get lost—Now I'll stop life for a little and play another sad song)
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Open Mind
PoesiaI've never trusted those who close their minds. Mini collection of amateur, lyrical and original poems 𝄞₊ ⊹ from a very personal point of view about life and other disasters. ........................................................... 🥇First pl...
