Some people turn a blind eye
To hurt for no reason
Despite the danger, we lie
To break out of prison.
Here I am
Languished and weak
Send my broken promises back
To hearts I wish to speak
Before the bell rings..
My last bell rings.
Listen to us
Utter words of prayer
Because we know someone's listening
Some people give cents to the penniless,
Some people give respect.
Here we are
Polished and weak
Foolish and meek.
Send my broken promises to the stars,
before our last bell rings.
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Storms and Other Short Poems
Poetryᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀs ᴘᴇʀᴇɴɴɪᴀʟ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ Storms are temporary. They come and go, but when they hit us, we may not be prepared. These poems may seem bleak and dark at first but as you read along, you'll realise that all we have to do t...
