A couple of nightsÂ
I went throughÂ
Which feels like hell
It's a spell.
Oh, you know
What's the beauty?
Something underneath
I experience dark and dirty.
Shift in my energy
There is no reason
Or a person
Nothing I can blame
All I can do is
Be in the present,
Present,
Present,
Just with pain
Crying and purging.,
It's like peeling
The layers of my skin
Like my earringsÂ
got burned and melted
To lose its shape and form
For its new beginning.,
Here, I'm waiting.Â
Waiting,Â
Waiting,Â
And waitingÂ
Like the stagnant thing
That never moved for ages.,
And felt worthless
About my own existence.
©priya1910
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