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by Maple Tree Sep 13, 2021
Sadness, depression /
I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears,
Pleading for a release so that I may slumber
Alone, whispers mate with insomnia
When the echo’s dangle temptation
Crossed dancing eyes and wondering hearts.
I’ve grown desperate enough to pencil down
Secrets that I never thought I would share
And still the chains keep me from flying.
Fingers scratch and pick paint chips as if
Each one has a name, and they do in my head
But I refuse to tell people. I hold them close,
Loving them alone like a hidden mistress
Upon a summers eve under a full moon.I’m going mad, yet people still smile
And wave as I pass by.
by Maple Tree