Exception
No one has to know the misery
the hues of darkness in my heart
slowly devouring my entirety
that I often conceal in my art
No one has to know the aching
the fears and doubts deep inside
beginning to kill every part softly
that in my books, I try to hide
No one has to know my tears
that I pour in between my songs
and behind each line of this
awfully written ironic poem
I want no one to know but why am I leaving you clues?
No one has to know but maybe the exception is you
YOU ARE READING
Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
