How can this be


How can this be

Trapped in a dream state, What can i do? These walls can't be broken when will they let loose. Only darkness fills my eyes, although light is all around. People laugh at my blindness, for the truth i have not found. Searching through my mine for one single clue, a brain storm in my head, How could this be true? A struggle between love, betrale, and trust, Where do we go from here? What becomes of us? Thing's aren't always what they seem in this life we live, it's easy to say I Iove you, but it's harder to forgive.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

Dman’s Poems (3)

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