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I’ve got hidden dreams
I stow deep inside dark lockers,
Crushed words I’ve felt too much of,
Crumpled papers filling my bedroom.
Unwrinkling parts of my brain,
Searching for traces of creativity,
Dear (C) ,
I want to look mysterious for others but I don't mind not being so for you.
I have many conditions and so many trust issues with some excessive and uncontrollable 24/7 overthinking
I hope you know how to deal with that.
I'm going out today
I'm very excited to go outside
And see you, Grace
I love the walk from my house to yours
It's my favorite stroll
I'm excited to see you and hold you and talk
Echoes of defiance rising high
Upon the mold and witchy fires
Eating every man's desires
Drown in fears, angry man
Drown in tears, drama fan
Make it happen if you can
The void inside has grown
Devouring hearts and lungs and bones
Relaxing won't heal me any wounds
Letting go is not how it works
Problems aren't the only thing to solve
Grab your shotgun, and your bullets.
Cock it. Pull it! Let the bang ring through the air.
Let it fall down, and let it drown out the noise.
Innocence is sweet subjection.
Haunted by that doe's complexation.
The blade you thrust into my heart
The justice you spared to my heart
The heart that always throbbed for you
Wails loud n' love to be with you.
Oh, the pity you threw down at my feet
See, they say the time heals
They never truly know
They say when a girl dreams
She ought to let it go
Now, every time I'm here
I feel so high yet low
Overwhelming atmosphere
No one to lay your head on
Why not kill the mourning in me
Whisper how my eyes bring scorn
Sweetly stabbing you like a horn
Tragic end
What have I learned from 2024?
Honesty's still the best policy
although it makes you bleed
and may cut or sever ties
often permanently.
A hidden secret is the cure
For those who are demure
It might be mine
It may be your
Thirst over lacy gore
When the flesh of a dear
Feeling content about my content,
this was all part of my plan.
Just check my table of contents.
