Where do all those unexpressed emotions go?

Do they die, or maybe they just wander around inside?

Is my heart a grave yard...Or a town full of words yearning to be heard?

Sometimes...
I talk to the moon
And tell it all the things that I can't say to him...

The cold wind is here
Blowing strongly north to south
Hats pulled down tightly

She loves shiny things,
and perhaps that's the reason why
she adores all stars at night.

The only thing she doesn't like
is how all glittery magics disappear
when all her reals are gone
she was left to wipe
her eyes to dry.

My eyes are welling
Don't want them to know that I'm alive
How I feel on the inside
Am I truly dead or am I alive
My tears could fill the ocean
Not knowing what I'm capable of fulfilling
I have lost all of me
In this world of complete insanity   tell me is it you or is it me
we all face the same destiny

Internetly
There's nothing I cannot be
I can pretend I am rich
Or young, or anyone
But me
But that doesn't work
With poetry
It strips me bare
For all to see