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by Maple Tree   May 2, 2017


Ink stains drip from my hands
as shadows dance upon the window sill,
It's two am and this silence is killing me.

Words have different meaning
for those who are afraid of the truth,
I'm so tired of unraveling mysterious conversation.

Eyes always stare at what they yearn to see
but never comfortable with who they live with,
envy leaves a horrid taste within my thoughts.

Leave me alone to write this pain
to expose ugliness and express the truth,
If you wish to hide within your fake existence; fine

don't expect me to tell you how beautiful it is...
when it isn't.....

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  • 5 months ago

    by ddavidd

    Though it is beautiful because you saying it beautifully.

  • 5 months ago

    by Phil

    Beautifully done as always

  • 5 months ago

    by Michael

    Andrea

    Fabulous vision's and wicked write :)

    Michael

  • 5 months ago

    by Hope

    I feel the truth in this poem, I love it. Keep writing.

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