I’ve fought the love I fell
and fell into the spell of fighting
smoke screen-I’m hiding
in this shell
to the carousel of fairytales
which seem unfairly hailed!
frankly, I’m scared as hell!
failure is fair and well
being saved it’s the bell
fore if the poster of success gets nailed
I’d cry for help!
you don’t know this pain I feel
old scars still raise, abrade and welt
“just a phase,” I’ve phrased
unphased by the fading yells
of runaway loves that saved themselves
for their own sakes
leaving me in wake
to shake, afraid and naked
with shame from snakey trails
where poignant fates have dwelled
and faces swelled
as baited base feelings framed from basements wailed
hoping angst was quelled
and change would unchain my tales
but pain is my biggest mistake!
and I still can’t refrain myself
from fighting the falling feeling of love I’ve fell
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