when there is something
there is a small barrier
each time something grows
the beauty of ones heart
begins to strike
the barrier begins to grow
so does the heart
one person doesn't deserve
torture
or
pain
no one wants to be the
side choice
they want to be
the choice
what if? they aren't the choice
there is no hope
only fate
and they can create
the most glorious and beautiful image
you're put yourself on the path
and now
your turn to let fate
create its own.
YOU ARE READING
A Midst of Sadness
PoesíaThis is a compilation of my poems I've written over the years.
