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When the pencil shade is lighter
an the sun glares brighter
I find myself struggling with prose
yet the world turns cold
and soon my verses will grow old
I must always have my blue rose
The scholar and his studies
dozes off to sleep
but not to dream...
for the scholar is weak
and his mind is weary
all at once he subjugated to overwhelming force
only to sleep
At the sight of dawn
these angry vapors spawn
to spread their sadness
and cause us madness
only because they didn't ask for this
which is why they don't last too long
Throughout existance,
There has been a resistance
To the one and only above.
Despite my incoherence
It was my parents
Who introduced me to my unquestioned love.
He gives me my strength,
Maybe at times i did things that hurt, but i tried so hard that you will always see
That having you was a blessing for you and me.
I wake up every morning standing in front of a mirror,
I take on the habit of wasting time on adding a mask that only seems to be acceptable to society.
Don't you dare tell me
to not be
myself.
Don't you dare tell me
that I can't accomplish
and that I won't be able to finish.
Don't you dare
tell me that I'm annoying
Any Miny Mo
Another guy picked hoe.
Leaving her standing alone,
Giving up.
He sits in a corner.
Because his feelings,
He is a hoarder.
Left to give up.
