Month: August 2017

Rise

My thoughts of you is my heroine

Can’t control this addiction, like nicotine

You’re the pen and I am the paper

Scribble on me all your madness, don’t worry it’s safer

Sleeping soundly on your carpet of lies

Can’t you hear my loud cries?

Can someone smell my regret?

I’m wearing the cloak of happiness instead

Emotions always suppressed

But I promise, you won’t see me depressed

Hope is something you can’t take away

And I will rise again!

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