There is beauty in what is broken
A world christened in hate
There is hope for the ones unspoken
No one can predict fate
There is pride behind white lies
Mouth washed with soap
There is danger in love ties
Breaking away all hope
Our dreams are lucid
Goals are harming
Don't call on cupid
There is no prince charming
We all have our wants and wishes
But were all stuck in the back doing dishes
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From the Soul
PoetryI write poems sometimes so here they be along with other thoughts and short stories
