His eyes carried the innocence like that of a lamb.
When he walked in the dark he could not perceive it's bitterness because to him everything was beautiful.
The only thing he had swelled up in him was affection, it was all he could see.
The world of his imagination was an endless ocean of life filled dreams where he could drown himself, and get lost to whatever he desired to be.
He could be a tree running with its roots, he was free.
If he wanted, he'd have wings that would lift him into the stars,
or be a hero that would save the world from itself rubbing off it's scars.
He was was oblivious to evil, so he trusted all.
He was pure with an angelic soul.
He didn't know that not everyone was like him.
That there was only few of his kind. And even fewer with the purity he bore in his mind.
He had no idea that there was hurt, that there was a darkness that swallowed some into unjustifiable hate.
All she wanted was to keep him safe under her umbrella.
She wished he could stay like that forever,always a happy fella.
But unfortunately, not all wishes come true
The ruthless cut he got In his heart she couldn't undo.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
