Sometimes its like they never shutup.
LIke there always talking and when i get silents theres always something to ruin it
Is it wrong to resent your own brother to dream of another family?
Is it wrong to ask god why?
The noises in the quiet ring in my ears as wind chimes play in the wind.
As the trees swing there branches aross my window waking me up.
Maybe somewhere in the world theres no such thing as noises but sound.
Not the noises of hurtful words and comments.
The noises of regret and guilt
The noises of hate which was no longer love
The sound of difference.
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Poems from a liar
PoetryPoems on topics that everyone deals with. When your sad and want someone to understand read a poem and smile :P
