Beauty Behind the Madness I

Mon, 05/09/2016 - 21:19 -- Kricket

I call him , eyes brimming with tears

Struggling to see why

we have to end it like this

We knew it was coming

But not so soon

Knew sooner or later we’d have to end it

Say goodbye for a while

I hope he thinks about me still

A world, ridden with madness and craziness

Like a dog with fleas

But yet I see beauty behind this madness

Like a single flower, hidden among useless junk

Like a rose, growing from concrete.


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