I've been hiding her
Behind the old beautiful facade
I've created for years,
So much that I thought
She had forgotten
About her own existance.
But I find her complaining,
Wanting to be vulnerable again;
So much that it had started itching my soul.
And I dont know for how long
I'll be able to confine her
In the prison made of bones.
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Messy Bun
PoetryMessy Bun is all about my handwritten lyrical poems featuring the dark and bright side and everything i feel about life. Its my first work on wattpad created with all the love.i hope you like it :)
