Thought you were my angel,
but you're just one of my demons,
Made my life a butterwalk,
now it's just someone cutting onions,
At a point I can't take it no more,
fear of falling apart always lingers to my soul,
But I'll dance through the pain,
find a new rhythm in the pouring rain,
Lost in the verses of our bittersweet song,
I'll find strength in the places where I belong.
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A poet's diary
PoetryA poet's Diary is a set of poems, written to express feelings, often never shared to the world. What everyone feels, but is too hard on themselves to share.
