God’s lap


What became of all those years you couldn't shed
What became of all those night
grief never let you sleep
You look at your self in the mirror
You see pair of tired eyes
They want to shut close
But the pains is too more
Tears that fall through my eyes
Do I shed them to answer my wishes?
Or for wishes that remained untrue
The adult me is tyrannical
It advises to hope after every other apocalypse

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