There is no hiding anything
From the poet's soft eyes.
They can turn heart break into
A solemn lullaby
Pain and fear
Into long, soft melodies.
The poet is a special person,
They can make anything beautiful,
No matter how ugly.
The poet is strong,
They turn the broken emptiness inside of them
Into the prettiest things.
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
