Old souls,
Do go untold
A story left in the books growing mould.
They're gathering knowledge
Whilst you're spreading lies.
They are attending collage
While you heart is advertised.
We don't take notice of these people
The ones that truly care at will
Open your eyes,
You'll realise
That old souls do go untold
but they walk around us, everywhere.
They're bold.
Even when times grow cold
They're like a stars,
But not the same
They light up the world.
Without dreaming of fame.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
