poems

people

People are like flowers, they come and go.
They die at there own time, even when it's unexpected.
They're like the ocean, they're everywhere, they get brutal when you least expect it.
They throw you down like the waves.
Some are like the wind, they get even harder when a tornato is swaving around.
They're like fire, they burn, they hurt, and they distroy lifes.
With just a comment,
just a slite silence.
But that's just huminity, and it won't change unless we realise all of the hate we keep on spreding.
And all the changes we keep on mailing.