There's a house in my head
But I'm afraid to explore it
The thought fills me with dread
Curiosity takes me inside bit by bit
Inside I find broken vases and glass
Made of my scattered thoughts
The road is like an impasse
While my conscience slowly rots
I hide my broken past
To make my present look perfect
But list of imperfections is vast
So my life is wrecked
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Musings of my Heart
Poetry[Highest Rank 4 as of July 17th 2017] Almost everyone has thoughts when they're unable to sleep at midnight. I just happen to pen them down. Follow me on Instagram for more:- @bleedingwordss
