he's smart, but weak.
endeavor and gay, we seek.
he's being watched from outside,
they never knew what he have inside.
he's slowly dying,
we shouldn't keep lying.
we knows what we know,
but they keep saying no.
he's writing,
only to forget this feeling,
everyday's a battle, we keep on fighting.
i should be playing, and not just hiding.
now i thank our creator,
i'm still here living,
even my heart is always bleeding,
leastwise i still have feelings.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
