it´s not that my mind is that dark
that is to say
that my thoughts and moods
are a perpetual grey
blotted and distorted
those happy memories I made
into a dark murky pool
go my sun-shiny days
I know my thoughts might seem cliché..
«the persistant clouds turn my blue sky grey»
but it is the the truth
my truth!
my dismay!
still I find myself begging
for the light to stay
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
it´s not that my mind is that dark
that is to say
that my thoughts and moods
are a perpetual grey
blotted and distorted
those happy memories I made
into a dark murky pool
go my sun-shiny days
I know my thoughts might seem cliché..
«the persistant clouds turn my blue sky grey»
but it is the the truth
my truth!
my dismay!
still I find myself begging
for the light to stay
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