some days
i feel as if there's heavy metal loaded on my heart
my tears wait in semblances woven in torn art
i wish i didn't paint the differences then wear them as my scars
it's another war i fight, before i get called home
yet i wake up everyday and feel like i am strong
just to get pushed back down again and proven that i'm wrong
why do i always write my thoughts underneath the stars?
if all men are equal then why's my whole life hard?
if life's a game then i must be short one card
tell me,
if i died tonight, where would you store my drafts?
but when i fell i guess i found your magic
somewhere in me, i was able to imagine
there's beauty in faith and faith alone
now i'm living in the pain of holding on
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Poetry5-7-5. IF YA LIKE SOMETHING YALL NEED TO VOTE FOR IT- PLEASE i made this cover and edited it, so it'd be nice if you didn't steal it. i'll get ur ip address trust 😈 honestly don't know wtf this is but it's beautiful to me ✨ started: 1/19/20 ended...
