Mon, 02/16/2015 - 16:15 -- Jaasbby

Deep inside me I hold the unknown

Maybe a future full of lessons 

Waiting to unfold

It hurts to believe

that in the mist of it all

one person could evaporate

and all that is left is

love but more hate

This one thing could change everything

or nothing at all

It is the mystery that keeps 

your heart flying on edge

or your stomach uneasy

the ring of essence,

the common mistake held against the growing and unversed,

otherwise known as the blessing



This poem is about: 
My community



What inspired you to write this?


It was an experience that happened a while ago , and i just decided to share it .. (:

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