'it's ok to be afraid'
Or so they say
But if we show in what we're made
They claim that we have 'gone astray'
'Oh you have fear'
'Oh no, oh dear'
Well just wrap it up and bury it deep
So no one will see what has seeped
Into your mold
It must be gold
You must be shiny and bright
Not quivering in fright
Why don't they realize, it's in our minds
Waiting for love an patients to make the finds
To help us out and show us care
For real feelings to truly be there
Waiting for the one person who will help us and won't leave
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
