Talking In Morse Code? ? ? Poem by Nate Jones

it would take years
and countless tears
to wash away all the hate
that we have slowly create
that was been stored in our hearts
we have been scattered in to parts
like worthless outdated money
and no matter what anybody
says there is no shame
in the way that we feel
we are all the same
we just learn to deal
never miss a chance to heal!

what has been said and done
neglected and worn down(beyond repair)
i try to escape and run(no one seemed to care)
not allowed to utter a sound (im speachless)
only loneliness to be found(feel so helpless)
keep it all inside
the worst thing we could do
keep it in morse code so
i have died
and can not cry
the pain we deny
i really should let it all go
wishing to the misty heavens
it would always show
and through pouring rain clouds
on to purple flower petals
so we both can be found
everthing can finely settle