Tell me what you see a long the glistening ocean wide. Pristine so close to the surface, a beautiful, colorful, flowing life, but deep down only dark, lonely abyss, nothing glorious to be seen... But peeking somewhere in the pitch black, there's also life, blind life, blind to what they are missing on the surfave, so close to them. Is human life much different? Happy and gorgeous on the outside hiding what's rolling deep down in their roots. They don't want people to add eho they really are cause maybe then... they'd be alone.
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Poems for the Heart
RandomRandom poems I've written. Personally, i haven't felt all these, but as they came to my head i wrote them on the page. I hope they speak to you in a way that helps.
