It wasn't like I wanted to write melancholic rhymes
Life gave me many things, inducing laughter and cries
I give all I have to the ink in my hand, no, I don't have much time
I never mean to hurt with words, for my intentions are to relieve my mind
I never say what my heart doesn't approve of, it's wrong
Lies and dishonesty is a diction I plan to never use, it's far too strong
Amplified feelings are simply a way to make an interesting song
It remains true, nonetheless, even when it keeps extending, it's ran far too long
Even though it sounds like a tragedy, I'd say it builds character
You can tell me „There's been worse, just look at your progenitors!"
However, denial is sour, and salt never helps during the freezing winters
This may not sound perfect, but I know dar more than your mind could possibly ever register
The art provides me solace, peace from the bitterness we taste today
I write to hopefully extend to similar souls, in hopes that they'll come join and stay
For keeping it all in without an outlet keeps me in a state of disarray
No matter how vile, how pure it may be, my feelings are ones I couldn't possibly betray.
*Truekindredspirits*
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THE TRUTH LIES WITHIN - a book of poetic honesty
شِعر"THE TRUTH LIES WITHIN" is a book filled with poems i've written throughout my life, begging to be seen by someone. Sometimes, the truth can only be conveyed in a certain way. Each piece is personal work, any resemblances or similarities to any othe...
