My truth... it leads me to someone else in me
it builds me and brings me to the end of my breath and leaves me grasping for air.
The truth is we all going to die one day we all have fate.
we all have hearts to close since we have opend them to the world.
On our last day we will be resting in our designed box.
we will find out the truth
We will be feeding peace and on that day our mouths will be shut and our minds will be quiet and blinded.
Nothing will be there
no creation will be created by our wild minds.
Only sarrow will sing it's song and bells will ring, only silence and tears will be trending and it's taste of salt will be to one's lips like salty water.
The truth is we all going there.
We all see it
We all know it's there and we are heading to it.
We are here to live and one day We will depart.
We are here as visitors
So well have our homes in the next life.
My
Truth. . .
Is we are going to...
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The days of wonder.
PoetryQuestions that are on ones mind empty thoughts and question that only come when one is alone. I'm a loving girl who explore life in many ways and I live in question marks. some questions are answers but by my subcontious mind. I hope this will let y...
