Petals of lies drift away, I wonder- will they come back another day? My mind soars and the words I say begin to fumble. A heart of joy, a broken diversity. Will we create the perfect flower? One that doesn't have petals flying? The enjoyment of being broken up instead of down is thrilling. It's almost as if we are killing a sign- breaking things open one at a time. A smile she shares, A frown he disguises. A falling petal in the distance he swears, breaking open his package of flares. I can't even help him, as the world is too powerful. Society is the everyday burden, pushing me away from him. His touch is cold, not too delightful. How do you warm this broken heart and put back the pieces to make him good as new? Love is diverse, but your heart is the same. Everyone is fragile even with a barricade to cover up the black bullets. A world, good as new. Humans to share love through the years. They rip off the petals, the ones which would come off eventually. They are horrible, and break the heart of many people. My heart is given to you, one good and healthy. I tell you it breaks easily, so stay away from her and them. Evil smiles cover up like makeup- can't you help it? No the world is already breaking it's petals one by one until we're no more.
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
