We each have that side that
We don't want others to see.
We don't want it to be part of us
Either though.
No matter how good of a person
You are, you still have that
Inner demon that kills you inside
Before anyone could ever kill you
On the outside.
But you still have that small light.
The light and the dark, they need each other,
Because one without the other
Would make a stranger.
That person would not
Be you.
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Take Me Home (Original Poems)
PoetryThese are the words that fill my head. Original poems.
