My Mind; A Collection

~Write~

I talk so much but don't say a lot.

I paint the picture of someone I'm not.

The words I write bare my soul,

To a world I'm comfortable in where I can be own.
I write to escape this estranged world.

I write to explain to the little girl.

The little girl who had hopes and dreams,

Who I disappointment when I failed to see.

My dreams could've come true in another time,

But when time runs out my life is on the line.

So I choose practical and I shove dreams aside,

Giving up on what could've been mine.

So I'll write to explain my sorrows and truth,

And hold onto hope that they could still be true.

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