You appear in shocks of white,
Connotations of innocence and angelic purity,
I see your face in the opening buds of nature's finest flowers.
The truth is that I listened to your mixtape for twelve hours today,
I can't help but hearing your voice in place of the singers'.
I watched you dance around me,
Leaving hues of smokey white in place of your movement,
And I couldn't help but to smile as I spoke to the air,
Because it felt so real, too good to be false,
So excuse me and my delusions,
Because it's like reliving the past that I can never escape.
(-Tom DeLonge sang 'I saw your ghost tonight, the moment felt so real'. If I keep telling myself that this is all a dream then maybe one day I'll wake up and you won't appear in flashes and dances, but rather you'll appear on the other side of the bed with your head on your pillowonce again.)
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Death by Words: A Selection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me (that, as always, demonstrates my mental deterioration and inner dialogue).
