the truth

Fri, 03/01/2019 - 11:05 -- sam1234

tell me 

tell me 

what the truth

the truth about why it rains

why blood is red 

why it snows 

why I am  alone

why am I cold like ice

I know why my lips are blue 

know why its because I am dead

This poem is about: 
Our world


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