this beauty
of the world
it's rough and raw
like cliffs that aren't
sanded by the
ocean
yet
it's beauty
it's pure
and something
we'll never
understand
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
my earth
this beauty
of the world
it's rough and raw
like cliffs that aren't
sanded by the
ocean
yet
it's beauty
it's pure
and something
we'll never
understand