James opened the tattered leather book inside him hand, tears dotting the page, adding the only colour in the book.
He flipped to the first page of parchment, and read the poetry littered across the page like flowers.
I once knew a boy,
Who liked to draw
Beautiful pictures,
That nobody saw.
He drew by himself,
Alone at night,
Locked in his bedroom,
Out of sight.
The pictures were strange,
They came with a twist,
His pen was a razor,
His canvas, his wrist.
We lay out at night,
Watching the stars.
When he lifted his sleeve,
And showed me his scars,
I wasn't shocked,
I knew what to do.
So I lifted my sleeve,
And said "I draw too."
-21/ 12/ 1981
Roses aren't always red,
And violets aren't exactly blue.
The society that we live in,
Never seem to speak the truth.
Smiles aren't always happy,
And frowns aren't always upset,
People judge too quickly,
And out feelings are always what they forget.
-22/ 12/ 1981
There was a girl,
Who was scared of life itself.
So for the longest time,
She just kept running away,
As far as she could see.
She ended up on the other side of the world,
Escaped to the place,
That was the exact epicentre of life.
It was so loud there,
That she wasn't able to hear herself.
And for some time, it felt good.
Until one day,
When the world went silent,
And she was forced to see,
That she was just hiding away,
In the castle made of air;
Locked up with her own restrained dreams.
And then she realised,
That fear will never got away.
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