Pen to paper I try to write
Feelings expressed as I know how
Broken by the days gone by
I let this darkness consume me now
Emotions running wild and on
I can't seem to get words down
Those nights you'd lay and be my muse
Your caress to get me through my frown
Even now in this state of mind
I still yet have words to write
Perhaps this is the perfect ruse
To help make this state right
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Hypnosis: Vol I
PoetryA Collection of Poems ********************************************* Love may be a facade. Love may be deceptive. Even now in this state I write of love, I myself may not be in consciousnesses.
