Tame a little vestige of flame,
Afraid, you hide your shame.
The truer it is, the more wrong you are.
Out of place, out of shape,
melodies catering to distaste.
Brittle glass, like wasted hope,
Orchestrating a washed up trope.
Cover it up, ***** it out.
Tiny spark of true self,
Left to linger, by yourself.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
Tame a little vestige of flame,
Afraid, you hide your shame.
The truer it is, the more wrong you are.
Out of place, out of shape,
melodies catering to distaste.
Brittle glass, like wasted hope,
Orchestrating a washed up trope.
Cover it up, ***** it out.
Tiny spark of true self,
Left to linger, by yourself.
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