Are we being shallow, when we say we have hope?
And bury it in others, thinking they cope,
Yet we are all unaware, it afflicts us much more,
When such a sentiment is broken, it closes each door.
Like broken glass shards that are lost, the broken stay broke,
The mouths are sewn shut, though they wish they had spoke,
The caustic chemicals burn flesh, a painful demise,
It is merely an illusion, a life making lies,
It kills more than the killer, yet lights more than a spark,
And much like its fire, it lights up the dark,
Forgetting the inferno, can also betray,
Imagine those fools, as they die with dismay.
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Am I too dark?
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Reminisce (PART TWO)
PoetrySee part one here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/114595931-reminisce Part two of Reminisce. {~Sometimes meanings are as volatile as a person's mind.~} Made by yours sincerely (Cover not mine and belongs to the rightful owner} {YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED...
