Laying and thinking
'What tomorrow means?'
I write with a pencil
Sacred
The lies i write
Will bite me back
My heart broke
If nothing is truth
And everything made up
Then why am I disappointed?
Why am I not happy?
And why not in love?
Deceptive
My emotions
Liar
My soul
I wish I could believe
The words leaving my mouth
And trust myself when i say
"It wasn't your fault."
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Love, Pain & Me
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