The windy atmosphere
And cloudless sky
Match the hot summer day
That makes me ask why
Why do birds sing and fly
When here I am, still torn apart?
Why does the wind playfully blow
And pierce the wound in my heart?
Why does the sun shine so warm
When I still feel so cold inside?
Who do the trees keep standing tall
When I am thinking of a place to hide?
Why does this day seem so perfect
From people's smiles up to this fair weather
When I sit here, thinking angrily
Of the imperfections my life has to offer?
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Scribbles of the Heart
PoetryPoetry collection of thoughts, feelings, and random snippets of my everyday life.
