Hidden away, beneath the Earth,
Are all the things I hid from you.
Much like Atlas bearing the sky,
I'm crushed by the secrets I keep.
I wish we left those where they were.
Hidden away, beneath the Earth.
I don't want to lie to you more.
But what you saw is who I am.
It's shameful, knowing I did this.
This is why I buried my sins,
Hidden away, beneath the Earth.
So you couldn't see the real me.
I'm sorry for what I did.
But I know that won't make you stay.
Leave me, and keep this tragedy,
Hidden away, beneath the Earth.
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Crank
PoetryA collection of poems from me. Squeezing out the last of my creativity until I have nothing left.
