*Sunday Shortie 8*
Comes and leaves
Like the winds in the trees.
Joy feels your soul,
But your heart try to fill that hole.
Many will look,
Take notes in a book,
Judge you by the way you look.
But nothing can fill that hole.
Not even love.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoesiaPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
