Despite the dark room
You open the blinds
And these lines decorate
Me and I forget the
Small yet dangerous things
Despite the aches that
Stab at me and nullify
Most pain you make me feel
And some times it's real
Despite the art and behind
All the words I'm a wreck
Nothing is ever right
Concealed in plain sight
I dress up and then I'm fine
Despite our long nights
And my occasional feelings
I long for something new
But it's grown old
And it's gone cold
And despite any attempts
I still live for it
It's so still
So I live for it
YOU ARE READING
Melancoly
Poetrysimply sad poetry. ______ set your background black and read if you hurt too but smile now this one's for you -2:05 am
