Staring at a Blank Wall
Cotton candy wallpaper and I just want to walk in and melt away. Trapped inside, these things I hide, the words I never say. My eyes are too brown to prance around town.
My friends try to help me to take away my pain. But I just fail to stand and I slap away helping hands; I sit in the grass and soak up the rain.
Oh where has my love run away to? Could I maybe flee too?
His love is like wine, slightly bitter, yet so wonderful to drink. I read the book, the one that gives life, and it so sweetly says: I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me.
Is that the way things ought to be?
I am staring at a blank wall that helps me to see it all. I look not at it, but through it with feeble sight. Look at my life and you will only see a dark, endless night.
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