Joyful pain,
Sorrowful laughter,
Unspoken words,
Bleeding thoughts,
All on soiled papers.
You look into my eyes,
But you don't see,
The pain which lies beneath.
Bittersweet emotions,
Of a chaotic mind,
Concentrating on distraction,
Bleeding ink,
Soiling papers.
You look at my face,
And all you can see,
Is the laughter resurfacing.
You have eyes,
You look but never see,
What lies beneath.
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PoetryLonely thoughts, Spoken by a dormant soul, Emotions rethought, By a Quiescent, soft spoken soul Copyrights 2020, Christianah Oluseye a.k.a wild_imaginatorII No part of this publication may be adapted, printed, sold, or converted into an audio or vid...
