I prefer to distract myself all night
like a hopeful person in an endless cycle
and pretend all day
like a happy girl with sad eyes.
When night comes
I welcome my bed.
When day comes
I shush my heart.
My heart allows
only one break;
the clogs turn
constantly in my head.
People fall.
People rise.
The truth is honest.
I long for that fantasy.
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Far from home, we pretend
To keep ourselves safe from judgement
We breathe in already used air
Just to pretend we still want to be here
Close to home, we panic
We know we are so close yet so far
We breath in that sense of relief
Only to leave again and lose our every belief
Take me and lead me
To a place of endless time
Take me and lead me
To a place of no regrets
We are no longer acceptable
Wrapped in our own problems
We are no longer wanted
Lost in the sea of emptiness
Walk and bring me
To someplace that is pure
Walk and bring me
To someone who will never exist
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My Poetry Journey
PoesíaThese are poems that I thought would be a shame to waste. This is my poetry journey.
