If anxiety had hands
I'll probably be locked in his embrace along with that his beautiful yet chaotic smile
He would probably look at me with that goddamn smile
Like he is proud of the fact that he has bagged me overtime
But in reality he just forced me into a bag and took away my sanity
They never hesitate to say We look cute together
Anytime he forces me to jack lantern my face with a smile
i find myself painting the walls with the words everything is fine
Oh but if only they knew....if only they knew that I was suffocating in this lovely embrace of his
Would they wish that we stay together until we seize to exist?
Or in this case I seize to exist...because he would exist in this world timelessly
While I struggle to chase after time endlessly
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The Muse [Poetry]
PoetrySo who are you when nobody is watching? I am someone who plays with words and although i am not a famous painter, i like to paint alot but only with words although I'll have to admit that i'm not bad with a paint brush, i am love yet i am not, i am...
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