I wrote a poem when I died
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.
A song for my confession
A story for my pain
A painting for depression
And nursery rhymes for rain.
My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.
A song for my confession
A story for my pain
A painting for depression
And nursery rhymes for rain.
My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
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