Slow hearts,
Sorrowful dreams,
Your reason,
They're not as they seem.
I've been cut, tortured, and scarred.
Not by knives or tools,
But by you, your words,
All those cruel things you do.
You can't tell,
But I can see through you.
Your feigning is obvious,
It's not fresh news.
I know you don't want me,
But I care for you.
Listen to my words,
Hear my point of view,
Don't underestimate me,
I'm not always full of bright hues.
Behind this optimistic light
Is a deep source of dark solitude
Faking is one thing
I cannot do.
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ETERNITY and other poems
Poetrye·ter·ni·ty- /iˈtərnitē/ (n.) infinite or unending time.~ This book is full of an assortment of poems that I've written on my thoughts and feelings about the world, or my personal depression or problems. Love, depression, relationships, loneliness...
