Imaginative;
revelation;
tribulation;
contemplative;
It matters not the length of time for indeed I am sure to die
Eternal focus on perfection
Harmony or a piercing scream
Should I have died 5 different times?
I once had a face all white and pure
At night I scream yet no one hears me
I cry salty painful tears yet no one sees me
My tears drench my skin
I'm free through poetry
Pen is my best friend
Uneasiness of speaking the problem of love and hate
It does not lie on so much of who but more so why
Sun goes up moon comes down
The fustration begins as the day reinvites itself
Circle, round and round it goes
Fustration on the love I gave thee




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