False Hopes

crackingmeadows

In a field of mellows and daisies 

Skeletons of death buried in roses
The gravest of truths they hide with pride
Yet they are pinned with honesty and success
 
 
In a lake of the darkest waters
The white doves lie low
Painted black but hearts red
They always hoped for a better tomorrow
 
 
In a world of war and blood
Death poses as peace
The poor gulls wish to be buried
As the last child flees
  • Author: crackingmeadows (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2022 00:16
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  • a thousand wishes

    Very powerful and emotional words I felt them deep in my soul. Very relatable and understanding, you are amazing

    • crackingmeadows

      Thank you so much! Your words made me feel happy



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