Only I can have my madness
to sit up in the middle of the wee
hours of the morning
and pen my heart's temporary
misery
And keep my smile
brilliant and bright
for all the world to see
in the morning
Tears of unnamed
destiny
from anger, to bliss
to stupidity on
both parties parts
Only I can have my madness
he won't get the credit
for making my mascara run
it'll be the wind and crashing
rain that brings this pain
to my facial skin.
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