Things You Might Understand

Songs fade in and out like broken records
And you tell me everything
Will be "just fine"
But things DON'T clear up in time...
I'm still here,
Holes in my sleeves
And holes in my heart
Your voice never leaves
And the pain never stops.
I tell you I'm hurt,
I tell you I'm broken,
But you only bend down,
To pick up a token.
I've been ruined here,
In a world of chaos.
But at least I'll die
In a wordless cry.
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Your mask is satin,
Smooth against skin,
It's enticing and delicious,
Beautiful as sin.
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^Random poetry I wrote through out the day.

Good thing: I found inspiration to write it, didn't I? I'm just hesitant to let anyone read it because it's...the truth. Don't know if people will take it that way and I certainly don't know if I want them to.

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  • AugustDaylight
    February 6
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    I like to read the truth. Let people take things how they will take them. what matters is you understand.

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