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Poetry

A book of poems made from the darkest parts of my head to the lightest parts of my heart.

I hear voices but I don't have schizophrenia

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by masterphoebo

by masterphoebo

Streetlights,

Midnights,

Daylights.

Your eyes,

Never seem to change.

The voices are screaming,

Teaming,

Tears streaming.

But that laugh,

That damned smile,

Soft and timid.

And you are a storm,

A spring storm.

You came quick and unknowingly,

I'm just praying you won't leave my like that.

And I hear these voices,

These choices swirling.

Should I love you,

Or leave you,

'Cause I surely can't do both.