Skeptical outlooks.
Views misunderstood.
Depression, cold like snowbound cement.
Pain, sweet like honey.
Blindness, forsaken truth.
Lies, webbed for so long.
Coffee stains reveal time.
Mouth-tempting like honeydew.
Bring me down.
Lift me up.
Freeze by daybreak.
Burn by nightfall.
Hot like fire from within.
Innocence by appearance.
Neglection felt skin-deep.
Squeeze beauty from my soul.
See what no one else sees.
Why is good thrown away?
Sweet misery.
Give me life.
Give me pain.
Give me myself again.
You must feel my heart to see through me.
-Soul of Aly

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