The wind blows whispering secrets.
The sky is filled with tears.
The ocean is made from the hope of the lost.
That's why everything's blue.
The layers of Earth hide all the forgetten.
The big bushy trees hide pain.
The big rusted gates around us hide, our fears that we keep inside.
The that partners share is, crippling.
Like all the pain we hide.
The eerie Autumn air we feel, creeping up our spines.
The white sheets on our beds, was made to keep us pure.
From all the nightmares hiding, hiding in out minds.
Our souls kept in tact, are holding by a string.
And with finally breathe we take.
Our hearts give way to death.
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
