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I SANG.....
With a pen in my hand
I tell a tale
With each line telling a different story
The tale isn't pleasant
The stories harbor malice
With every stanza
Blood is drawn
With every poem
Tears are shed
Some call it talent
"Your poems are beautiful"
Refusing to see pass the beauty it seems to bore
Refusing to see the true face of my works
Oh!
The ugly grin on the faces of my demons
Oh!
The wicked laugh of the voices in my head
They all mock me
For a thousand had heard my cry
And a thousand had thought I sang.
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@BlissAiwuyo
#poem
#Cry
#misunderstanding
I tell a tale
With each line telling a different story
The tale isn't pleasant
The stories harbor malice
With every stanza
Blood is drawn
With every poem
Tears are shed
Some call it talent
"Your poems are beautiful"
Refusing to see pass the beauty it seems to bore
Refusing to see the true face of my works
Oh!
The ugly grin on the faces of my demons
Oh!
The wicked laugh of the voices in my head
They all mock me
For a thousand had heard my cry
And a thousand had thought I sang.
© All Rights Reserved
@BlissAiwuyo
#poem
#Cry
#misunderstanding
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