With my heart of gold
I see what people don't
I feel what people don't
I am not what they are
With my mind of colors
I understand what pains feels
The darkness kepts taking away my colors
I am not what I used to be
With my touch of flowers
I feel the hardness of the torture
I feel the tough edges of the world
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the pain?
Can you understand the reason?
I think you don't
When you have a ability of humanity. You'll understand.
With my breath of sorrows
You feel the angst of the past
With my hair in pieces
You'll understand how sick I was
With diffrents shades in my body.
You'll understand my pain.
In the end you won't even blink.
YOU ARE READING
A Flowing Course
PoetryMy thoughts are like river A never ending course Strong And full of deep water Beware of the tide We don't want you to die
