thesoleilist

If I opened my heart just like a book, how would you see me? Would you even still look? Would you push me away and pretend I'm not there? Would the honest me be just too much to bear? If I threw away caution, let it fly in the wind. Told you my secrets let all of you in. Would you still look at me kindly, even still care? Would you hold my hand gently and still be there? If I looked at you with anger and sadness or fear, with you, knowing the reasons, still lend an ear? If I was to cry and fall down on my face, would you lie and say nicely it was done with some grace? With all of my faults laid out to see, could you accept them a

The Joker. Falling down again, Like a silly clown, Laughing it off, Having my make up on, Showing only this mask, Feeling like a toy, Who only lives for the people around it. +++++++++++++++++ Such a scary place........ Such a funny wonderland of cruelty.... Such a loving hurtful way to gasp your last breath of life..... Honesty is a way to go, Being truthful, To the ones you love and hate, Lies is a way to show, The distrust you have for the world. While i am like a Joker, Always playing my cards wrong or right, Humming only to my own tune, Laughing A evil cackle, Fighting With My own Batman. Decaying like an open woun

Too many poetic TECHNIQUES Overused, Making the page look.........................CRAZY.................................. ...Plagiarism... Silent Dreams of a masterpiece Hidden behind a mask of Techniques Planned and Predetermined Strategy and Rules Creating Tired of Plagiarism But not knowing any other truth Than the Path of the Previous Taken for inspiration and                 in the end Plagiarism of techniques