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Poetry

All those words I meant to say, have all been washed away so I hope you join me in this book just to see what took my words away.

Poetry

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by Fantaisie_Vanille

by Fantaisie_Vanille

I make myself sad,

So that I can write,

So that I can express the demons

That are here to fight.

I cry on my bed

All the feelings of dread,

So that I can release

All the toxic things I've said.

I rhyme all the time,

'Cause it's sublime.

But sometimes those rhymes,

Don't wanna shine out.

I scream out my doubts

Just so I don't pout,

'Cause that turns into the equivalent of dope.

And I can't give everything and let it float.

I wanna strangle my words,

And give them a fright.

So maybe I can sleep...

Alone tonight.