Baby you can sparkle all you want.
You can look iridescent.
You can act happy and seem pleasant.
But at the end of the day when the lights turn out and the memories start to cloud your vision, you will dull.
You will turn cold again and no amount of painkillers or drugs can take that away.
And not even I will be there when you lose your sanity.
But keep your vanity.
Don't let it die down when they're around.
They'll talk nearly as loud as those demons.
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The Flyaways💫
PoetryMy deepest thoughts & feelings; culprits to suffocated pores but I didn't mind the confinement anymore. There were the few hours of the 24 that left a serene mist among my eyes. When I saw the moon I'd open my window, & for the life of me I wish t...
