Who are you and who am I?
What are the morals that we live by?
I'll look at the ground,
While you look at the sky,
Not making a sound,
And yet the words will cry,
Into our ears,
Of things we hate,
Some being our fears,
Or being too late.
It might be your fault,
Or it might be mine,
There could've been an act of physical assult,
Or too much wine.
It could be you,
That killed the innocence of many minds,
Or they could've grew,
And kept their thoughts in winds.
You never know,
And you might never find out,
Their thoughts are hidden under blankets of snow,
Hiding them in doubt.
Don't blame me,
But don't blame yourself,
They are what you see,
Leave them to their own self.
They might find who they are,
Or they may give up before they can,
They will have a mental scar,
But that's better than to have ran.
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PoetryThis is a book of poems made from my imagination and passions. I hope some of you can enjoy the passions and ideas that have birthed themselves onto paper and were transcribed here. Enjoy! Bye Bye! Highest ranking: 964 #27 on #pray #35 on #think
