I look around
with a teary eye
people sleep with blankets
in shape of lies
they feast on innocence
won't let blood dry
they make stars drop
as if they're flies
I look around
with eyes so tired
I don't want them no more
let the blind be admired
for the world is cold
so full of lies
doomed are the ones who love
they die
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
