Maybe the real reason why
I don't want to stay,
why i don't want to come
to this place
Maybe because it opens
me up.
It opens up the feelings
I've been trying to deny.
Each walk, Each step i take,
I pass by the noisy trees.
They are talking about my past.
They are asking me questions.
They keep asking about him,
about her,
about that,
about this,
about everyone else.
But you see,
The sun hurts me the most.
For it shines,
And it burns my heart.
Burning it to the ground.
The sun is my pain
The leaves are my sorrow
The trees hold my sadness.
But the clouds paint my future.
My bright future that is yet to come.
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Little Short Poems
PoetryHere are a few of my really short poems, and sometimes, their just quotes. so yeah i hope you like them! :) please comment and vote (:
