i used to find comfort in the poems i wrote
with the pain i could stain my tears through my lyrics
comfortably blind, i find glass in my eyes
blood red tears offering disguise
my eyes were never worthy of other guys
i used to find comfort in the poems i wrote
i would tell of my broken heart
who hurt me again
same cycle round and round, my friend
my solace was in my poetry
and my prison my mind
the only way i broke free
was the loyalty to time
i used to find comfort in the poems i wrote
and i ask myself
do you regret it?
i don't.
YOU ARE READING
kiss kiss, goodbye.
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