Death is a disturbing truth.
Life is a beautiful lie.
Dreams are the reality that we do not know.
The mind cries of innocence that just missed.
The blind see the soul, and with a view you can see that appearances count.
With love in our hearts, scream in frustration in our words.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
