The paper shows no proof As I draw out my dreams in front of me Images unveil what we really are And show what could become of me My pen writes no truth As the words make no sense They tell us who’s behind us And what were up against My thoughts reveal to me The passion in the mind To tear down these walls And reveal the scars behind These scars make no relevance As they appear to be burnt Take in every word With every new page turned
Reason for writing:
None What so ever I just made up a load of lines and wrote them down
Birth sign: Libra
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