Just when I thought
Under all these smiles are lies...
Joy
happy, content...
Your eyes are milky way to my heart
galaxy full of wonders...
Dark is the night
This loneliness that eats away...
I'm not like you
I can't just not worry about something...
A heavy silence sits upon my chest
A loud whisper saying I am Wrong...
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A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
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Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
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Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |