Life is a labrinth
Twists and Turns
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Lullaby
Sitting here, shedding not a tear…
Yet my hearts’ in need of great repair… Trying to draw a decent lullaby…
(of Fear)…..
Soo I can fall asleep (to my pulse)..
Til my heart skips a beat. Yet I’m writing in the dark, I can put the pen to paper, like no other….
However, the darkness still does smother (Like the others who don’t believe, And never will…)
With a heart sewed shut, But arms wide open, and wrists that were almost slit, but didnt quite make the cut…
Like me, an open eyer, not affected by my must in my midst…
Yet is deceived by; those very words…
I am so full, yet such a small appetite that’s so unquenchable, it may never be filled….
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BitterSweet Emotions
When you are calling out in a crowd.
Your voice is the Loudest sound….
And when you stand, where you are.
You might get left in the dark..
The only sounds that you hear, are the sounds that disappear…
Feeling light as a cloud, And unsound.
And the things that used to creak and bump in the night, Are just a memory away…
Sleeping to get well…
Put unto a spell, never to keep your sake… Soo restless, it’s hard to awake.
Sometimes, living emotions are Bittersweet; to the stake!
