I can hear whispers on the wind,
Sweet whispers of a life I knew
Interwoven with lies, filled with deceit
Turning my heart deeps shades of blue.
Those whispers haunt my sleepless nights
And etch away at my dreamless days.
Whispers of inconsistent memories,
Yet not one ever stays.
Shut them out, close the door
Hush the whispers, silence the tears
This is it, there's nothing more
A life half-lived in the darkness
Make them believe the smile they see
They don't need to suffer anymore.
A mask, a disguise, pretend to be
A better version of me.
wow, did u write that? im sorry... keep your head up girl, your better then this. you can do anything you put ur mind to!
ReplyDeletewow, beautiful. regardless of how tough it goes, look at what you can create with this feeling. poetry is such an art. even it it is the only thing you can thank your darkness for... beautiful
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