the inner peace of inner tides
rage like a storm lost in lies
moss grows yet withers
as we all see me for what I truly am
the inner anger of inner strides
takes me out and my hope dies
moss withers yet blooms
as we all see what we all truly are
the inner turmoil of inner cry's
plants the moss yet uproots
as we all see the pain of love
yet some let go and some hang on
something inside us changes
for better or worse
but who is to say
but are self
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poems thru my eyes
Poetrywhat is it that I see that no one else sees the same? what is it I feel that no one else feels the same way? these poems I don't understand ive made them and I only understand them by what I know but the real question is. what do you see when...
