My poetry

Blind

We are all blind, wether its a different state of mind, or we can never find were we are in our mind. We are all blind when we say the world is kind.we are all blind when we think the words that trace of our tongue mean nothing to anyone, because words will fill up our lungs, and make every breath we take seam like a mistake, and we will need a break, because we will be blind to the fact, that says that everything will be ok.