Daffodils are yellow,
Daises are white,
Your soul may be dark,
But your smile is bright.
Your hands may be gentle,
Your eyes may be kind,
But lurking beneath,
Is a sick, twisted mind.
What made you this way?
What shattered your soul?
What chipped you away,
Made you part of no whole?
You're missing some pieces,
They're scattered about,
You'll never find them all,
Of this, there's no doubt.
Forever broken,
You'll never fit in,
Because hiding beneath,
Is your soul filled with sin.
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The Woebegone's Deepest Thoughts
PoetryAll we can do is to write what we feel, what we experience in life and what dramas we've been through in our lives. A collection of book consisting of poems and short stories dedicated to the people who can relate theirselves about it. Some are real...
