Is there a kind of misery that is so powerful that it causes you to cry until your heart pours out?
A kind so full of pain from every beating it took?
One that spills acid from your eyes and drains into your soul?
Is there?!
Or am I just imagining things again?
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
