I never climb a ladder
But you told me something
about happiness at the top of the building
So I crossed the line and climb that thing
I didn't know the art of lying
But I watched my hope flying
And fall back down to crying
Leaving the old bitter me in a fling
Trapped on top of the abandoned building
The one that everyone stays off from
It used to be a part of the carnival
Until someone sets a ghost in their narrative
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Pick Me Up at the Carnival (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe journey at the carnival is not as fun anymore, the pain has shifted back and forth and nobody will tell the character how to escape them.
