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the poems that his mind creates

some are twisted, full of hate

i read them through so many times

and wonder if i relate

did i help to cause this awful pain

he's felt for so damn long?

or did i help him find a place

where he can just belong?

i dont know but in my dreams

he cries all through the night

trapped inside those four gray walls

i pray to make it right

i watch his lonely teardrops

splash and hit the ground

i wonder if he cries for me

im lost, he cant be found

my mind seems to warp everything

into demonic dreams

meet me here and tell me

things are not what they seem

because sometimes it seems to me

that i do these things in vain

salty tears still stain my face

as i sit and wonder in pain

but then you turn and look at me

and it changes everything

and now ive come realize

that fate has perfect wings