The world is a cruel place. There is no denying it. With the stereotypes fitted to each country, it's hard to fit together in a single world. But somehow...we all manage too.
A poem about the world (...
Sometimes...
The feelings in my heart refuse to be quieted. They roll off my fingertips and onto the page in a flurry of ink.
Sometimes...
There is not need to be quieted.
The world is a cruel place. There is no denying it. With the stereotypes fitted to each country, it's hard to fit together in a single world. But somehow...we all manage too.
A poem about the world (...
Sometimes...
The feelings in my heart refuse to be quieted. They roll off my fingertips and onto the page in a flurry of ink.
Sometimes...
There is not need to be quieted.