Around me,
As a flock of sheep,
Giving me creeps,
Why do they go so cheap?
All They do is,
Hang around my back
Giving my heart,
A hurtful whack.
What did I do wrong?
Why do I feel so long?
Is this all,
An awful song?
No, I wouldn't,
It's a shame
If everybody here,
Is to blame.
Where can I find,
Honest people?
Where can I,
Not go blind?
Is this fate penned?
Or is this a new trend?
The truth behind this is,
That it is all pretend.
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Wrote this poem from the bottom of my heart.
Do comment if you liked it! :-)
YOU ARE READING
Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
