Yes I am a beautiful disaster
In my wake leave a bittersweet taste
A special kind of love in soul
Most of it goes to waste
I long to stop disassembling
Pieces one by one
My demons have spoken
They warn I've just begun
Hiding in the silence
I am too afraid to share
Do not like the way opening up feels
Like winter branches laid bare
Pages of heart are torn
Many stained with tears
Can judge this book by it's cover
As dark as it appears
As whispers flow throughout mind
Uttered from lips of memories
Wishing my residual sorrow
Would be carried with the breeze
Suffering rising into air
Dispersing until completely gone
Hard as I try to blow them away
Miseries keep clutching on
My words lie at bottom of my lungs
Too tired to crawl out
They weigh down my shaky breath
Until every one turns to doubt
I retreat into the shadows
Cloaked in grey and black
Waiting for happiness to return
My colors may never come back
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
Yes I am a beautiful disaster
In my wake leave a bittersweet taste
A special kind of love in soul
Most of it goes to waste
I long to stop disassembling
Pieces one by one
My demons have spoken
They warn I've just begun
Hiding in the silence
I am too afraid to share
Do not like the way opening up feels
Like winter branches laid bare
Pages of heart are torn
Many stained with tears
Can judge this book by it's cover
As dark as it appears
As whispers flow throughout mind
Uttered from lips of memories
Wishing my residual sorrow
Would be carried with the breeze
Suffering rising into air
Dispersing until completely gone
Hard as I try to blow them away
Miseries keep clutching on
My words lie at bottom of my lungs
Too tired to crawl out
They weigh down my shaky breath
Until every one turns to doubt
I retreat into the shadows
Cloaked in grey and black
Waiting for happiness to return
My colors may never come back
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