collection of poems that define one's mind. A poem for some memory and throught that 'I' have.
Though, would it really be that special if I said it's for my self....?
An orange hue Spread across the room Spread by the curtains that are closed The light behind it creating an orange hue.
An orange hue Upon my face, it falls And I sat at the corner of this room With a radio by my side playing sad songs.
I'm that of the dark, yet I'm here in the light. So cold, yet the room is so warm So sad, yet the afternoon sounds screamed happiness to me So lonely, even though I know the kids my age would play with me too.
I felt as if I was born in sadness I denied such humanity in my blood I also denied their love And there linger the feeling of shame.
I was born in the bliss that felt like I'd break any time. Born with the pain in my heart when it tightened with despair. Born in the sorrow of my heart aching for love, Yet knowing I would probably push everyone away.
I was only a child A kid, a clueless human. If you word me, I would cry. If you ignore me, I despair
I am only a child I don't need such hurtful words Nor do I need to act so old I just have to play within the room of quietness and the serine.
And if you would make this orange secluded room a little less suffocating for me-- Then I'd be more than glad to play with you...
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