It hides my soul.
And knows my fears.
There is no hope.
When there are tears.
It is anger, yes.
But the only ever truth.
Please try your best.
To see my beating heart.
Forever lost, in the dark.
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PoetryJust a collection of poems of random themes. It isnt anything too dark or odd, I think. Quick poem for you called Leaves: New are the leaves of Spring's haze Green they turn in Summer's blaze Gold the colour of Autumn's crown But are gone by Winter...
