Fake Escape?

I've picked up a pen again
Writing makes me feel so free.
Even when my heart is forever lonely,
My love is sucked up and my mind is barred
But when the pen touches the pad everything goes away and for that moment and I’ll feel okay.
I need a new escape...
One the drugs don’t fake,
One my dreams won’t take,
Something to make me free and feel a little less lonely.
I keep sitting here waiting for you to come home with a fake smile on my face.
Scared you’ve already forgot about me
Then I’ll pick up my pen and begin
Unfortunately everything I write seems to be about you
So does that make my writing fake too?
Friday, May 24, 2013
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