Bursting at its seams, full of tears
Inside full of dreams, full of fears
Poetry is her only entry to
The gates of happiness.
It rains as she tries to get rid of
Her sadness.
Thunder is all she hears
Dreaming of sunrise
When the world is down right cruel
A tree full of hope and cracked mirrors
Broken and full of bad luck
She sees her reflection
Still waters beside her
A life full of deception
Death at its roots, a depressed tree.
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PoeziePoetry to help you cope. Poetry you can relate to. To remind you that you are not alone.
