To be honest, the wind has a way of fooling us
It can blow through your hair and make you believe,
Geniunely believe,
That you are incredible
It can help you by giving you that little push you've always needed
It does its job so well, you begin to believe it
But the wind is a liar
It can seem smooth and fragile but all its good at is blowing away all the memories in your head
All it can do is erase those fingerprints on your skin
Erase the familiar scents you desperately grasp onto
It makes you a blank canvas
For someone else to taint
It destroys you,
Yet builds you
The wind, my dear friend, is lying to us all
But that's alright
They all lie to us after all
Don't they?
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The Heart Chronicles
Poetry❝I'm starting to get bad again.❞ - Charlie A collection of thoughts made into poems by yours truly. {Highest Rank: #165 in Poetry}
