I've seen it all.
The big and small,
Hard and soft.
Hearts of gold and oft
None are seen
As they mean
To be known
By ones they've shown
Their true face.
Without the lace
Masks they wear,
Now filled with tear.
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In the end,
They all care.
No hope,
Just despair
At all the
Moments lost
And forlorn
Attempts to find
Peace of mind.
Fading faces
Can do that to
One who never
Forgets mode,
Motive and murder.
They know.
And I Know
I'm Going
To Hell.
YOU ARE READING
Fly Away
PoesíaThese are just some poems that I wrote mostly at midnight. Why midnight? I don't know. Most of them are pretty random topics so if you don't like one just move to the next because it will most probably be on a different topic or have a different sty...
