A gorgeous painting
Blues, golds, and greens all swirling together
The night lights twinkling
Laughter
A soft melody in the air
Free to live
Without a care
But one day you get curious
One day you want more
So you ask
Why is the painting there?
What is the painting trying to mask?
And so you take the painting down
And there on the wall
A crack
The painting was simply an act
You pulled back the curtains and revealed the truth
The truth
That everything is not as it seems
That freedom is not fully yours
The crack was hiding
But it was always there
Waiting
For someone to really stare
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I'll meet you at midnight | Collection of Poems
PuisiWords written from my heart to yours. A collection of feelings and memories that range from heart break, love, anxiety, depression, and other secrets we feel braver to say at night.
