T H E D A R K T H I N G S
I find beauty in the dark things.
Things so shy they hide.
I find beauty in their dark dark hearts.
That they try to kill inside.
I find beauty in their sad sad songs,
That make me want to cry.
I find beauty in their hidden shadows.
The one's that others look on by.
I find beauty in their bumps in bruises.
That make me want to sigh.
I find beauty in small dark flowers.
Even though I know they must die.
I find Beauty in the big and small.
I love their dark hearts.
I find beauty in their suffering.
Even though it's tearing me apart.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
