Perfecting those imperfect smiles through Time,
My Life taught me to decipher the fake laughs tried,
"Everything is perfect", over and over again to rhyme,
With the unsteady beat catching a breath, I sighed.
Time hadn't stopped, but yet slowed,
For my evil Life wanted me to remember,
'It is just me. It will always be just me.', troubled.
But I stay grateful, to stay alone, without Lonely bother.
For, I see that invisible hand that seek help,
For, I hear that soundless cry out of insecurity,
Time had left no people to worry about the yelp.
Heart had lost its battles with Life, with scars of pity.
Maybe I was the chosen one, to be there,
Or maybe, I just don't want history to be repeated.
Time and my Life, the evil twins, they were,
As I live as the girl I always needed.
With years of expertise, I cry out my silent prayers,
For, I have someone promising me always and forever,
Wishing my Heart would afford a little Trust and Faith,
'Cause I just want my Life back till his last breath.
~Truthfairy
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Black Head
PoetryI write poems when I am upset. Writing them always gave me a state of peace that no human company could suffice. I felt like I could share some. After all, tragedies always make a better impression... #poetry
