Illusions and a Mirage
Our Prom, Your Corsage.
I can't think.
I can't feel.
I don't know what it Feels like
To Heal.
Annoyed and Repetitive
Makes Me Fall Asleep, Sedative.
Your Name
Your Ways
It's Been Hours. It's been days.
I can't.
I can't.
I cannot go on.
How much is too much?
How long is too long?
Forgetful and Deprived,
How Much Should I Strive?
Before I realize Again
Before, I couldn't.
Now, I Can.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts for Poems✔
PoetryLove. Lust. Broken Trust. A Just for fun mix, with a twist and a kick. My mind wonders, yes, It's I who wrote 'em. So take a glance at these lines. Thoughts for Poems.
