Whispers of tomorrow
till the day of the sorrow
something in the shadow
is keeping me yellow
You are too fat
lose all that
you are not flat
guessing it goes away fast
The time has finally come
to prove you are a champ
something stops them at last
they must be dumb
''A walking dead'' they say
looking pale and afraid
sick in every way
filled with outrage
I guess it's their insult
i fear in an instant
but it's only a rebuff
from a ''person'' to an infant
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Author:
Neilton (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2024 11:44
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
"I guess it's their insult."
It is indeed, to miss the beauty. Even the moon is cratered with imperfections. Our imperfections make us who we are, live it.
You are absolutely right.The hardest part is to accept ourselves as we are.Thank you so much for this comment !
Yeahh it is seriously hard but the first step to self love. I hope you get over it.
Thank you!
Enjoyed the read
Glad to discover your writing
Looking forward to reading more
Thank you so so much!!!
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