We live with lies in our closets
and never let them out.
Precious little stones
for would be poets.
Our lives full
of unknown space
because of the void
that we have made
We hide ourselves
from who we are.
There is beauty
in all confusion.
In a list
A contest entry
- Make Me Cry by SeptemberFaith.
800 points, ended January 9, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I think you are right. Beauty is in our words.. and in the feelings they evoke.
Bravo,
Criss -
got me near to tears, cause this is something i can kind of relate to, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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