It has hunted houses
Death, corpses
Dead roses
Bad things
Oh it is
Covered by what we can see
Not what we feel
It has roses, gardens
Horses, starlings
Butterflies, bees
Birds, trees
Honey, milk
Candy, sweets
What a lovely dream........
It has a secret
A mystery
Something hard to see
Some will leave
They fail to feel
There's more than madness
What about the beauty of the curses?
Those who see this
Have been in pain
But are finally free
They accept it
Or so it seems
They were set free
But knowing it.
It's beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Beauty Behind My Madness
PoetryAnd a little taste of mind games.... 'Oh what a manipulator' I'd congratulate.... "Cause no one can do it like me" I'd say. ❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄ Well..... My poetry book..... If you dare please go ahead.... Oh but please watch your head.... 🌹
