The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth


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Tears run
In tracks
Just try
To relax
The pain;
It will soon disappear.

Tears fall
In drops
I can’t seem
To stop
The pain;
I will soon disappear.

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Little Monsters

There’s a monster who lives inside our heads;
A tiny demon who feasts on the doubts that
Fall from the tears and
Drip from the blood and
He grows, he grows, he gets louder.

There’s a monster who lives inside our heads;
A little creature who feeds you the lies that
Make the tears fall and
Make the blood drip but
You’ve just got to learn how to fight him.