These scary thoughts
These painful feelings
They're always beneath my skin
Waiting to come over me
The soul is a very fragile thing
that you shouldn't play within.
Every scar that you get
leaves a memory you won't forget.
Somewhere deep inside my mind
there's a hole that you can find.
An empty space
Where I used to fall from grace
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Lonely Night
PoetryTreasures of sadness written after dark, because my spark of inspiration shines brightest at night
