If one of the things you believe in
Is that this world's an ugly place
You must have never gone
Outside at night
And stared up into space
You haven't felt the way the air changes
In the minutes before it rains
Or watched the world pass by below
Out of the window plane
You've never been awake so early
That you see the moment the sun starts to rise
And you've never laid with your back on the sky
But maybe if you've done all this
But still don't believe its not true
It's because you can't see all the beauty
That I see when I look at you
- e. h
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SAFE HAVEN
Poetryrealism is twisted its our understanding of whats true and whats false all our fears have torn us ,and we have no where to go but our dreams
