Sometimes I wish I could stop the tears from rolling down my face.
Stop the saltiness from reaching my lips.
Stop my feelings from overflowing like a broken dam
Stop showing you just how weak you make me feel.
But that would be as possible as finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
As possible as discovering a unicorn.
As possible as being able to fly into the sky.
And sometimes wishing is the only thing that keeps my sanity intact while walking through the Hell that resides upon the earth.
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Poems
PoesiaJust some random poems I right in my free time. Sorry if this sucks, criticism is welcomed but try not to be harsh.