My emotions are fighting again
Another night I spend crying.
I wish I could mentally fake my death
Make him leave.
When I sing I can hear the heartbreak
The pain
The strain to push words out.
As if I'm taking a final breath.
The cold air smooths out my vocals
As I become choked on emotions.
The winter weather is my friend.
It can't harm me
Only sooth me.
The moon is the spot light
The stars are the design
The sky is the back drop
The porch is my stage.
If he can bring me down
Then I can fight with my voice.
Drowning out his hate with song
And catching life again...
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Pø3ms (Don't judge please)
PoetryMy personal poems. They don't rhyme, so sorry guys. This is just something for me to do for myself. Thank you :)
