Close your eyes
And let's pretend
That all good things
Don't have to end
You say your lines
And I'll say mine
No one can tell
We won't leave a sign
I won't say how
We both fell down
I'll let you keep
Your broken crown
We'll both still know
What you have done
The truth is there
You cannot run
To you its dead
For me it's real
So give me time
I need to heal
For in this game
of pauper's love
you can't paint a crow
and call it a dove
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A Dash of Madness
PoetryThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
