a present wrapped up in despair
our souls are broken beyond repair.
we smile just for the sake
we laugh when we break.
we earned this
from the depths of hell.
all this fake bliss,
a bruise to swell
you can find us burning
in the flames
crying
tears of sorrow
tears of joy
smiles we borrow
to use like a toy.
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The color in rain || Watty's 2018
PoetryBECAUSE my dear, the most FRIGHTENING thunderstorms create the most BEAUTIFUL rainbows. * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * ** * a collection of short bittersweet poems
