this is a poem about me, an its tru:

I too have my faults
my sins
my wrongs
I'd rather be blind
than to be incapable of writing songs

Writing is my life
my air
my blood
If i could dedicate my life to it
i would

It seems so that im sad inside
supressed
hidden
When i write i dont have to hide
i write what no one else has ritten

Of broken dreams
Of broken hearts
Of poisoned love
dont make me start

Of the horrible
Of the sad
Of what i want
Of what i had

Its dark, Im lonely when
no one i know is in sight
I pick up my paper and pen
And i write
I write...

- Honeysuckle ♥

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