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Words
A million words on the threshold of my lips
unspoken of fear of hurting you
kept buried at million feet deep
where the light never penetrated a few
my migraines were nostalgic blue ,
Nay not, at the farthest of lies
apologetic and I knew.
I created this blackhole and ushered within for years,,
I never crept out until I believed am good just with fading tears
The mirrors once called me am a loser,
Innocently I was true,
now I dont see the mirror, as it spoke of all that truth i grew
© kriszzin
unspoken of fear of hurting you
kept buried at million feet deep
where the light never penetrated a few
my migraines were nostalgic blue ,
Nay not, at the farthest of lies
apologetic and I knew.
I created this blackhole and ushered within for years,,
I never crept out until I believed am good just with fading tears
The mirrors once called me am a loser,
Innocently I was true,
now I dont see the mirror, as it spoke of all that truth i grew
© kriszzin
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