"in the street:
turning heads
no one there.
behind the mirror:
around again
it was merely nothing.
in the bed:
disappeared another time...
where'd you go?
in the dream:
holding onto threads
of dreadful hope
and webbed lies."
date: 13th september, 2016
time: 15:25 p.m.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
