they say that
we are not our parents
but how could we
young
impressionable minds
not be influenced
by those we are surrounded by
every moment
of everydaysoon enough
my worst fear had been realized.
i had become just as
b l a n k
as my father.i cast stones
into the deep blue
& peered into it
watching
as the rippling waters
distorted the face
i once wore~ who even are you anymore
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...