You know I am here
But do you sense the fear
It smell more like misery dear
She appears so near
Also likely disappears
This dreams getting clear
It's been all year
Everyday it gets more severe
It's viable all over my body a smear
It distorts an image to one of cheer
Are they really sincere
Or is it a lie of shear
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
