I built a home out of my pain,
It's painted blue and black.
It may seem a little lonely,
But in it, lives my past.
Sometimes it shakes,
From hurricanes and storms.
A disaster called Happiness,
That's when the rain starts to pour.
The raindrops are Tears,
They enter very soon,
But all that they find,
Is one empty room.
That room is my heart,
It's dusty and grey.
Clearly it needs more love,
Than its given everyday.
You see that door?
That's called my Smile.
It hides all the demons,
That've been guests for a while.
This is my House of Pain,
Bruised blue and black.
Don't try to break it,
It's made to last.
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A Box of Unspoken Thoughts
AléatoireA Pandora's box of unopened secrets lies before you. Each chapter is a new story, a new beginning. Will you open it and find the inspiration hidden inside? Poems, stories, rants, Any topic you can think of Happiness, pain and fear, you'll experienc...
