Disguised Ink


There were candles and coffee

pumpkins and plants,

a messy bun and yoga pants

a black ink pen 

and a journal with plans of

writing, writing, writing

just to stay sane,

more words began swimming in my brain

as I think of me and you

another verse, another tune

rainy days and a heart healing 

from being so blue.

The depression was supression

from the lies and opression of who I used to be.

The person you'll never have to meet, a packed away version of me

as now I'm someone new meant to be redeemed.

An aesthetic fading away is all you get to see

as I begin writing, writing, writing

releasing my heart from captivity.

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