He always liked parodies
Not the real thing
He preferred lies
Instead of the truth
He only saw white
In all the dark
It was alright, I understood
I wasn't the real deal
He wanted the fakes
He preferred dying while living
But I wasn't the walking death
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The Mind Of A Writer - Poetry Collection
PoetryI was bare-skinned, and so was he - hidden behind the lines of poetry ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... My second poetry book. Deeply personal yet I hope some of you might be able to relate.
