Paint you a smile, and I'm the artist.
I created the darkest of hearts. And the brighest of smiles.
A sinful mistake. Simply shameful grace.
In my dreams I write a note. Of suicide. And saints remorse.
Sold my soul for a chance of plastic fame. And in a Split second my life all changed.
Bitter taste is just left on my tongue.
And I'm ashamed cause I'm left in a cage.
And I'm going insane like a grenade.
Don't let me go I'll fade. Let me drop and see what it feels to be me.
A locked poet in a cage. Ashamed. Fallen from grace.
Just going insane.
But the story still won't change until I gamble and take a chance with faith.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
