The body is like dirt it seeps when its is wet and cracks when its dry, There was never a in between. Only when there was a lie. The body didn't know how to react; such as the lie was told The body followed it's role, it seeped and it cracked. It was confused.. yet it still refused to stop lying. The heart was breaking. The oxygen wasn't even, the body would die soon all because of this lie.
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A Book Of Poems
PoetryThis is a Book, though it is not like any other, this is a book of poems.. :) Poems that took me forever to come up with so please don't discriminate and steal them.. - Luv Miriana 💟 ^_^
