When its eyes won’t close and its sick and no one knows.
Its worried, but all its burdens were buried.
But the dog dug them up, and you ask how it sees its cup.
But when the well dries all the flowers will die.
As beautiful as the fall away from sorrow it will crawl.
And if by chance it needs another glance, it will sit by the window sill and think of all that wasn’t real.
Its wished upon stars and candles on cakes, but what’s left of one after all they take?
They take the hopes and dreams and replace them with fears and nightmares it seems.
The stars no longer glimmer and the moon has lost its light.
The sun no longer shines and no beauty in sunrise.
It’s a constant dark night.
When the wind stopped whispering and the ocean lost its tides.
That’s when there’s nothing left, and a soul finally dies.
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Poems
PuisiHey guys it's Tiphanie. And these are my poems I wrote I hope you enjoy. Leave comments and votes i promise to read all of them. Much love from Tiph. NO STEALING.
