every minute is a gamble
every page a stage
what do I want you to know
without placing myself in a cage
for tangled is the web
we all weave
as we vacillate between the real
and the make believe
for this is how
the poem goes
when you only live life
between the highs and the lows
I'll paint a pretty picture
one you'll all see
and if it ever gets uncovered
that it's not really me
I'll just block out the noise
disappear from the page
and go build a new version
of my gilded, glass cage
Selections From The One Day P...
By MelissaHinton9
Poems included like: "Ghosted" Consider yourself ghosted Consider me free you no longer exist to... More