It seemed
that all was
silent and alone.
It was a grey and cold
world
that I was living in.
But when I
awoke from that
confounded nonsense,
I realized
that it was all
a dream
full of lies.
The world around me
was
truly
beautiful,
not because of what
I had imagined,
but what I
had seen with my
very own
two stormy blue eyes.
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PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
