Poem 2

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(Again not my art, and let my know if you know a good title^^)

We write our poems, to hide our hearts away.
From where reality lays.
While it's filled with pain and sorrow, we play hide and seek.
We hide away in words and letters, so that pain can't peek.
Because when pain will break our hearts, we will not be save.
And when we don't write our words we will become forgotten graves.
The poems are our legacy, our gift to this cruel world.
And when we will be long forgotten, the poems will still be sold.
So our hearts don't have to cry when death will come around.
And our minds can float up in air, and will be not bounded to the ground.
We will be long memories, not wanted to forget.
And everybody will know our soul, although we didn't met.
That's why we write by force,
a drug we can't escape.
That's why we write our poems,
To hide our hearts...
Away...

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