come forth
let me feel your
ice cold hand
let me give you
all i've ever had
my attention
is waning
english class makes me
feel incompetent,
idiotic almost
i dream of curtains
blowing in the wind
your hands around
my neck
i wake
just my subconscious
trying to kill me
i check the time
7:23 pm
i find it hard to
sleep in the daytime
the sun is my foe
yet so is the moon
nature is no longer
an oasis
how can you let someone
in when you
are scared of
falling into despondency
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
