8/6/14
At night,
the moon seems infinite.
The clouds,
are like magnets.
My soul,
is like a hollow tree.
You are my secret,
forbidden and brave.
For all my dreams,
are put in one place,
and all my fears,
go extinct.
But only at night.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoetryThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
