My thoughts are appearing in the clouds,
taking shapes of things I don't want others to see.
Will they know it's me,
changing these natural beings?
Will they know,
that I could change the warm sunlight,
into a dark drenching day,
if I lose control of my emotions?
Will they know,
the secrets of my world?
How could they,
if all they are,
are just,
human?
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
