One of these days
One of these days existence will stop being quite so exhausting
Maybe
Maybe the image of a happy future will prove itself not a mirage
Baby
Baby I scream into the void just to see your eyes starting at me
If only
If only the woodpecker could pull me out of my slumber
Oh darling
Oh darling all the stars in the sky could not destroy this curse
And yet
And yet the flowers and the feathers they speak to me
They say
They say
One of these days
Existence will stop being quite so exhausting
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i tried: poems from a lost soul
PoetryA collection of sophisticated word vomit I puked up when I got bored. Updates whenever. Chapters ordered chronologically by date penned.