Unicorns are coolA Poem by HeatherI hate the pain. It’s stench is suffocating. But it’s worth the strain Or so they said in the beginning. Blurred vision they say. No matter how hard I try, I can’t remove the fog blocking me Life is forced upon us, everything within it being the price we pay. Sometimes it takes an outsiders perspective to allow us to truly see. Damaged goods Endless fear The worth of the wicked. Broken hearts leave behind the souls of who we could have been. No use in questioning it, life is what we’ve already seen. Tomorrow I’ll be louder, I’ll be deafening. Screams for a worthy cause An empty case, Where everything that makes me Used to reside. We can conceive the idea of unicorns, Yet never imagine a new colour What a strange world we live in. © 2016 HeatherReviews
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2016 Last Updated on June 27, 2016 AuthorHeatherBirmingham, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutWell hello there. I'm Heather, I'm eighteen. Currently studying Creative and Professional Writing at the University of Derby. I can be quite harsh, and am quite the pessimist. I'm not a big people.. more..Writing
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