Dwelling about the past/ Runaway
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Dwelling About the Past
If only I could fall into the hands of darkness
And surrender my pain and hollowness.
I can only imagine telling you
How much I miss you
Now I appreciate your grace
Leaving, marks me with disgrace
I remember kindness streaming out your hair
Claiming my unrealistic unwanted despair
You said I "suffocated our flair
A piece of my heart unready to spare!"
Now I break like a fragile vase
For my life is some big maze
I fall into eternal pain every time it rains
Now " All that is left is the poison in my veins" (1)
I lied a thousand times
In what I call my rhymes
I'm not disturbed nor depressed
nor unstable nor stressed
Not what I my poem says
Nor what I describe : A mess
A writer experiencing the dark side
A runaway while my true identity I hide
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