The truth you see, had only just begun to unfold,
had thought once, before giving up,
how much longer I could hold.
However honest it were,
it was a lie for sure
So devastated I was, by betrayal.
A melancholy life lived, I had,
like a tune, dull, grey, so sad
treated as if I were someone from the outer world,
Worse than a person with a soul so bad.
A demon, they said I was as though,
when I was just an angel, disguised as a foe
no longer do I believe in those two,
after what their conflict put me through.
Be it the angels or it may be the demons,
I felt my trusting distrust wear
I felt that sickening feeling deepen,
With you my blemish experience, I share.
-MJ
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Poems For The Dead And Alive
PoesiaBasically, this is a collection of the poems that I've written, with the theme of death, life and personification.Also some of the words in some of the poems are written in old English, to expose the reader to a new experience. #Enjoyanddon'tgettood...
