Pretty sure this one was within the last year, maybe last spring?
Untitled...(I don't title a lot of them)
My mind is blank and yet the pencil moves
This simple act does all but soothes
The pencil brings above what's been hiding deep below
These days, everything seems to be a foe.
My face is bright but my thoughts are dark,
When will my lies finally leave their mark?
This simple act does all but soothes
The pencil brings above what's been hiding deep below
These days, everything seems to be a foe.
My face is bright but my thoughts are dark,
When will my lies finally leave their mark?
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