In the sorrow of your kindling flame
I see a shadow of hidden disgrace
That fake hearted warmth you display
Is nothing like the real you in deep intimacy.
Bold masks of which you wear
Misplacing your truthful emotions
To this I give no devotion
But to see you smile again, everything has to change.
Starting with those silvery drops
And the wounds of your ever grasp
Recover all the shattered
And replace your broken heart.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
