Outside, everything is fine,
Cross the line,
And you are bold.
For inside, it is cold.
Everything is sharp frozen ice,
Solids and hard, not very nice.
The deeper you go,
The more despair you'll know.
I feel the cold,
I feel even worse than mold.
Down my cheek goes a frozen tear,
My screams that no one can hear.
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Wrote this a month ago? Two months or three months maybe?
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Pieces of Thoughts
PoesiaFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
