Like a closed book he speaks nothing
But being judge with empty reasons
And still walks upright in the streets
Without realizing emotional pain drawns him
As clouds of words clouded his mind
Rain started to fall down his eyes
Self doubting has begun, untill his silence
Become unbearable noises of screeching cries
Those words that slowly swallowing his confidence;
He couldn't lied for he know it's affecting him;
For everytime the nights come, those words, burns him,
It's killing him deep until the day has come
The last petal falls also did his beating heart.
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RandomWords form into sentences and form into verses then put together into poems. Poetry may be only seem that way. But in reality this collection of poems enables you to visit and wonder into the mind of the poet. Where you will dive into those words th...
