spiders are weaving
and a candlelit room
poked by the ghosts
the game I've used to
on the old couch
crumpled was myself
I prayed for signs
then the candle melts
and the saddest eyes
I ever had
rained for months
made a flood
come and step in
open the door
but you can't make it
anymore
stare through me
see the grayest skies
sadness grew thorns
as the time flies
and so our ties
bond is fading out
the grin behind your smile
instills in me a doubt
you live in euphoria
don't worry when I'm alright
I sleep with melancholia
taking care of me at night
and so took the chance
as time already came
fear not leaving this way
when no one even stayed.
YOU ARE READING
11:11 (Completed)
PoetryThe first Poetry Anthology published originally on my Facebook account, now on Wattpad. This is a confession to who I was, who I became, and who I will be, with whom I have lived, grown up, been ghosted by, been bewitched by, and to whom I want to...
