Sail away from your eyes and freckles
Sail away from your power and mind
Denying their shapes and colors
Heathens to what they see or find
Disbelieving their names and records Welcome in their dreams anytime.
Ode to their infected souls
Three lines in a sad day
The first line goes "they were fools"
The second line goes "they were in a stray"
The last line echoes "heaven doors are closed"
Begging for the last remembrance as they walk away
Slow music in hard tones
It was a watershed moment
feeling goosebumps from head to toes
Their minds were their biggest opponents
From their peers, their fear grows
Their looks were their deponents
Donors to their blood and thoughts
Thieves to their feelings and graces
Regretting what they haven't sought
It's time to change these rotten minds, faces.
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Flowers From The Old Tree
Poesía'I open my eyes more often to see beautiful things in ugly things because nowadays no one is appreciating the beauty in the ugliness.' This collection of poems is a pile of papers that were lost and mostly ripped off, i could really relate to the...
