my words

i don’t need tae frow punches any more to say what hate i hold
i wear scars and get told i wear them well frow ink

pain leaks from what i make what i choose tae share for a change
artist the teller of poems made from memmories not dreams

nightmares set tae thought and words frames in a white room
time holds nothing cause it was set tae sand tae fade away

[my words lee smillie]

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