Is, Are — in pain
written by: Alice Mohd
Sun in my head
Running wild through my brain cells
Heart starting to melt
Warmth becomes a fire
Selfish words —
Tangled in tense and tone
Unbearable, yet unavoidable
Some truths scream,
Even when whispered
In the end,
the one who listened
Is, are — in pain
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