The World of Poets
Inexplicable words,
Wild minds,
Strange emotions...
A brutal heart,
Butterflies and thorns,
Angels and demons,
Mermaids and vampires,
Lilies and Goths,
An aggressive world,
Filled with beauty,
That no eyes can see,
But this beauty is right in front of me,
A streaking shadow
That emerges through the darkness
A dark rainbow that colors the sky
An immortal tear we always cry,
Confusion,
An illusion
That we live
A life we can never give,
No sympathy
No one understands,
It’s no fantasy
It’s a world we build by our own hands,
Immortality,
Fatality
A world designed
For us to use our minds,
A pen and a paper
Could express our haunted feelings
Taking us to a world
That reflects a stab that is not healing,
Our blood is cold
And our hearts are broken
But our world is made out of gold
It can never be sold,
Sadness makes us,
Happiness might break us
Our eyes can see
A hidden world created by poetry….
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