The colors of the trees are beautiful indeed
but there's no denying, behind the beauty they're dying and
falling apart
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I'm seeing things
In the trees
Hidden behind or beyond the dusty leaves
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I hope the guilt is eating you up inside
Because only you know if you really lied
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These were just some random things I came up with while on the school bus. I might add to them later but this is it for now.
YOU ARE READING
-eunoia.
PoetryEunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind Just a typical amateur poet. Here's some of my soul captured with words. *all images from google*
