The Walking Dead
We each live in our own little world
Without a soul, to open a new door.
We try and try to fly so high
When we never even see the sky.
If we look around, we will see.
All the things we were meant be.
But instead we stay inside our heads
Never admitting that we might be dead
Open your hearts, open you mind
To be happy is to be kind
Dont walk around alive and still be dead
Love people as yourself instead.
We each live in our own little world
Only we can open a new door.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Our world