They paint their faces like dolls
Let's knock down the walls
They appear to me as clowns
I know they try not to drown
She's good in herself
Not for no one else
Your to old to be so cold
Let's break that mold
Your life is in hell
Let's me see how you fell
So I can pick you back up
Take a step as you break up
I have some glue
Lets throw away the rue
You may not commit
But it's better if you did try not to quit
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
