I found something beautiful.
I put it in a glass.
I tried to make it last forever.
But it has passed.
.
It withered and died.
What once was full of vibrant colors,
Is now bleak and decayed.
Is it still beautiful?
.
It was once beautiful.
But what can I say?
I tried to keep it forever,
But it seems to have wasted away.
.
I found something beautiful.
I wonder what made it that way?
Did freedom paint color on it's wings?
And it's capture steal it away?
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All My Thoughts I Never Shared
PoetryA compilation of all the things I've ever thought or felt, written out. Hopefully, someone reads something they can relate to. And hopefully, it'll brighten their day, or at least make them feel less alone. All the poems you read here were written b...
