Out there, it's all tales of affection.
Sweet summer love confessions.
In here, I avoid my reflection,
And am haunted by my complexion.
How does one bear to stand and write,
Of hidden romance and beautiful sight.
When one is trapped far from the light.
Inside one's mind, just fear and fight.
And one can pen every worthless word.
And detail love to the utter absurd.
Dream only of the life preferred.
A false dream from a caged bird.
Pathetic hope in imagined emotion.
Fighting pain that rises like the ocean.
As if it were some healing potion.
Or at the least some soothing lotion.
But in the end one knows it's all a lie.
Of a life one longs desperately to try.
Some pathetic way of asking why.
But to this drug we must bid goodbye.
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It is very late and I feel very trippy.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
