Where can I find light?
Can you answer me that?
When I'm caught in the night
You can't bring me back
Don't try to tell me
that God can save
Even with your pretty words
I'd just feel like a slave
It really is hard
That's something I'll tell you
when your mind is wondering
what really is true.
Trapped in the darkness
your search is never ending
with that in mind
you never stop pretending
If you can't tell me
that's just fine
but don't talk of made up things
that's crossing the line.
Lying is convenient
that much is true
but for this and this only
I expect honesty from you
YOU ARE READING
My (attempt at) Poetry
PoetryI decided to put all of my poetry into one, because it takes up less space. Enjoy (I hope)
