Can you look into my eyes
Once more
Will you help me realize
You're the cure
Can you keep
Me satisfied
When I close
the door
Bring life back into
My soul
Help me fix my
Insecurities
When I am crying on
Your floor
Battling my injuries
Can't go back
Take a detour
Just tell me
I'm yours
Spill your
Beauty
Understand me
More
Fighting battles
Can't see
What's beneath me
Mixed media
Hysteria
See right though
My criteria
Hey, nice to
Meet Ya
Goodbye,
Mysteria
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
