grief beneath grace

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trash the monologue and disappear

travel miles away from the desire

the story of the avoidant summer

not claiming the identity of Jo the local writer

cause penning down shall cast my beliefs

my unheard opinions but also my griefs

that I try to hide out in pack of these words

but you smart and sharp to hear out loud

at a certain age of this adulting

we are mostly masked up in hiding

in what we feel out of the sole innocence

that if I share,  it will flee as your insignificance

I better not bother you and keep it in me

so you might discover the superficials

but as a profound actor darling its all artificial

may be the day you feel the echo of my pounding heartbeats

and trembles on all emotions from this digital sheet

you would distinguish the edge of my smile lines

which narrated a story that never crossed over your mind

laugh it loud and have fun were the settled rules

so my silly jokes for you as an observant being I am

were just to view the same shine your smile owed

if you eternally confused rn, we in the same page homie

life got deep when the growth chart got stabled on physique

we are mortal so your overthinking doesn't make sense

and honestly take a chill on what you go on a daily basis

this would be the last vulnerability write

cause for the depth of the scar being pitied is not for the sight

And yes your book of fortune will pave you well

if you were genuine and working hard as hell

you corageous little nerd have this utmost belief

on you and do plaster the smile with more grace over grief.

 


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