Oh tear,
I see me hurting over the wildest of dreams
Fantasies to never come, yet again reminded.
For love has no walls, except they do.
Oh sweat,
I feel me trying to convince myself
If not love, then what is everafter?
If not lies that shake my very foundation,
What is to trust, decieved by lust and desire?
What, oh heart, is there to be done?
If memories can be forgotten,
But emotions always betray
For scars can be hidden,
But they'll always know the truth.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
