My Escape Route

Wed, 07/03/2013 - 22:12 -- swint89

Drowned by alcohol my sorrow has been succumbed

Pain has been temporarily buried:

Emotions i run from

I haven't faced the person I've tried to forget

The darkness, the anger, they ugly few have met

But, I embrace my beautiful ugly, yet the truth is, my ugly is not beautiful at all

Just an excuse, to subsititute my wrong doings, to make my ego feel tall

Trying to be better than everyone, left me with regret

Selfish type of love, a fatal curse of death

How can a person be so pretty

If their insides are non-immaculate?

How can anyone love a woman who's bitter and inconsiderade?

Instead of trying to find a partner, the pen and paper found me

As a child I ran away from my harsh realities by writing sweet poetry

The days I wanted to cry, no tears were able to come out

Poetry gave me a new meaning, gave me something to write about

Poetry is my escape route; the solution when I dont have a plan

Poetry is my best friend, when no one understands.....

 

 

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