Wilted flowers may tell a story
so do golden maple delights,
yet somewhere, I tend to forget
what I see might not be right.
Stone cold streams flow gushingly
lilac skies turn different hues,
yet somewhere, I tend to oversee
just how much of this is untrue.
Clipped wings show us reality
along with martyred dreams,
yet somewhere, I tend to ignore
how they make us all scream.
Beauty lies in beholder's eyes
so does music that hits my ears,
yet somewhere, I tend to overlook
how easily they overcome my fears.
Uncertainty does clog my mind
insecurities cover up gleeful pain
yet somewhere, I tend to forget
that I can overcome all of this again.
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Mixed Emotions (#NaPoWriMo) (?)
PoetryA collection of poems written for NaPoWriMo 2019. This collection will consist of poems that showcase various hues of emotions. A mixed bag of emotions in the form of poetry.
