based on '2:15 a.m.' a beautiful book by the lovely curlyhairedchica
Now all you are is gone, after all these wars
All I want is to stare back into those familiar eyes of yours
I want to stare into your real eyes, not a musty tombstone
I want to see your real face, not just rotted flesh and bone
And after all these tears and screams, I still can't help but miss you
But you're gone and now there is nothing I can do
YOU ARE READING
Trivial Meanings
PoetryHis words were laced with trivial meanings. start: 5/28/2017 COVER: ME COVER ARTWORK BY: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I am no longer actively using Watt...
