One more step,
Where is the light switch,
Where is it hiding inside of my brain,
Come on quit these games
"But who doesn't love the dark"
Just as I find it.
Laughing at me,
I realize that it is now gone.
Must you use your powers so?
But I've been here so long,
That some days I sit down,
And if I try hard enough,
Now I laugh with you,
Dancing on these dreams,
Even though I know it could never be.
But I do wish to believe,
That it just might be,
A waste of time,
That these words you say aren't what you truly mean,
Because some days I feel used up,
At the end of my rope.
I tell you things on my outer surface,
Things at least halfway recent,
But cannot ever let you see,
All of the stuff scribbled downstairs,
Below the deck,
Where there are things in the past,
And where I cannot see.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
