If only your eyes could see,
what lies in my broken heart,
then only will you agree,
on why I chose the rocky path.
If only your ears can hear,
the thoughts that wander in my brain,
then only will you realize,
why I chose to perish and disappear.
If only your hands can feel,
the scars that firmly rest above my skin,
then only will you admit,
I have scarcely survived but won this war.
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Nebulous clouds with a chance of rainbows (poetry)
PoésieJourney to the center of my wild mind and discover my mysterious past and experiences. Its takes a poet real courage to travel back in time and develop thoughts over again but it takes even more to splatter them on paper.-Unforeseen Destiny All o...
