Reoccurring patterns unravel this rope.
Put an end to this freaky, freak show.
I must stop myself, before I am no more.
Dodging every bullet,
Blocking each door.
Consequences squander the thoughts of fortune,
Creating something alternating that needs no composure.
Day in, Day out,
Fighting the truth
Hiding the pain,
Avoiding more than you.
Battling yourself, but whose to blame?
This love you fear, its not the same.
Pretending, as you secretly covet the past,
Is this true? This cant be true,
Cumbersome thoughts,
Hide your smile,
He called at last.
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Brown Sugared Sunflowers
PoésieThese are poems that I've been writing for the past 10+ years. Writing always tapped into a deep part of me. I had to find what I liked and what made me, well me. Once I discovered myself, Ive felt free and unbothered. I am spiritual and I am woke t...
