He's drowning in a sea of self-loath
Mama doesn't see he's falling
His papa walked out the door
He thinks he's all by himself in the big bad world
Full of monsters and demons and shadows that lurk
He doesn't see them flailing alongside him
Only the villains who grab at his heart
But they reach out
Together they swim
Past their fears and their suffers
Crashing over their heads
No longer falling
No longer lost
No longer hateful
Towards the ones he fought
She's flying over the crowds
She doesn't realize a thing
Until she strays from the path
And trips over her two feet
She thinks she's all alone in the big bad world
Full of monsters and demons and shadows that lurk
She doesn't see him helping her out
Only the villains who grab at her heart
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poesía"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
