If you go outside at night,
After the world has gone to sleep,
You can hear the planet sigh,
Under the secrets it can't keep,
And the wind sings different tunes,
To all the ones you hear by day,
As though it's choking on the words,
That we're all too afraid to say,
And I wonder at the problems,
We've tried to melt it's core,
Whether it's packed so close to bursting,
That it can't hold many more,
For how we see it's weakness,
When we've not known something so strong,
And if it weeps and we can't hear it,
Does that mean there's nothing wrong?
~e.h
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Poems I Love
PoetryThese are just some random poems that I find, I may make some up, but if I don't make them up, I'll put the poet at the bottom... Thank you! Also, note that some of these may be quotes or song lyrics, not all of them, but some.
