A place of beaty only I can see.
It's a all in my head, it's inside of me.
A shelter,
A home to all who seek.
But only to those who are weak,
The strong are always sent away.
Fore they never want to stay.
It's just a myth the people say.
The place that is as bright as day.
Just you in your imagination.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
RandomSo I wrote some random poems and decided to put them on here, alot of them I wrote after my grandfather died so some of them refer to him. But yeah... here you go. I'm going to say it's completed because basically it's just a bunch of poem's I've wr...
