Sadness
I am staring at the gloomy skies
as the hope im holding slowly dies
I cant find any blues
all i can see are woes.
Extending my hand
wishing someone can understand
how i feel inside
In every smile, i lied.
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PoetryA girl's anthology. She write to let out her thoughts, to escape and for her wounds to heal.
