I usually write my best
When I am at my worst
My pen and my pain
Never left me in vain
When I have tears
This creativity of mine stirs
Words flow in harmony
As my chest aches in agony.
Sometimes I feel torn
If I should love or scorn
The way I choose to function
When I’m lost in my emotion.
There are days when my poetry
Feels like the output of my bravery
On some days, they’re my reminder
Of how devoid I am of laughter.
I don’t know what I am willing to lose
If between these two I have to choose
My pain that accompanies my creativity
Or my laughter without my poetry.
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RHYMES OF MELANCHOLY
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