You want me to write it down? Alright.
I'll write, I'll confess my words. But the words, to tell the truth, are yet to be born.
Do you want my truth? You tell me, you're the one who has been watching me.
Smiling, but not for me.
You're only blind for me, that's why you need me.
I can line the words, eloquent and sealed. But they'll still be bleary to you.
I can pour my ink and watch you burn my thoughts.
I can and I will.
But if you read what I said, would you have let out my birds?
If I write it down would the sun stop for you to proclaim love?
Would you give me back your heart?
If so I would
I can and I surely would
Give me back what you took from me
Give me back my heart
Let me have it for I belong.
Now that you have what you want to grant me the keys of destiny.
~BeNelly~
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Dark passion
PoetryThe pile-up ecstasy Of the unknown. The beauty of my pain. This is a collection of the poem that illustrates that there is light even in the darkest of place. The is beauty even in pain so live it and live a mark.
