Why do they stare from across the room?
The reason will never be known.
As though to be manipulated
By something unknown,
I can't choose to be like me.
I can't ever get rid of me.
The fake world of everything,
The fake world of every being,
We all make our own realities
Because that's what we believe.
Yet no one seems to understand that
They cannot find their own acts.
Will those people will be looked at?
We all have eyes to confront that.
The fake world of everything
The fake world of electricity
We tend to take advantage of
The things we most dearly love.
An unknown destiny,
Unknown destination,
We all fall through humanity
Soon to fall to the hands of our
hearts
YOU ARE READING
~Feelings Purette~
कविताRespect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off...
