Candyfloss and sunlight
You make me feel that you might
Be right here by my side tonight,
I don't want to let you go.
When I fall,
It doesn't feel so bad
Only because you have fallen this was too
Candyfloss and sunlight,
Why are you so dead inside?
Hold my hand tight,
I'll stay with you all night.
How do you feel so close,
But feel so far from where I am?
A part of me loves you
A part of me hates you.
Doubt headspace, as there is more to poetry than depression.
Doubt my thoughts as they control me with cruel oppression.
Doubt my thoughts, I should learn to control them.
Though God rules in a pit of hell and a demonic pit
Of women and men.
Candyfloss moonlight
Shine, shine, shine
So, so, so bright
Show me I'm alright.
Show me I'm not disgusting
Show me I'm not controlling,
Shoe me I'm not something
born from the demon of Satan himself.
How can she make a devil,
Deserve a shiny gold medal?
How can she make a man,
Feel like he's trapped in Azkaban?
A huge lie of the underworld
I'm turning towards devilish pearled
My time is a twirled line of a devilish design.
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Headspace I - Remastered
Poetry"Headpsace I" is an introspective poetry collection that delves into the complexities of the mind, charting a course through the tumultuous waters of mental health, self-identity, and the darkness that whispers from the corners of our consciousness...
