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"The oceans move,
to my every beck and call.
It sometimes paralyzes me at the seams.
Leaving me with nothing,
but the moons gaze.
Why must I have this much control?
It's kind of toxic,
the power to control these worlds.
I made within my mind.
The poison starts to feel like a miracle.
Flowing through my veins,
and my vision becomes kaleidoscopic.
I hear a voice calling for me,
but the reception is low.
So, under static is all I hear.
"Wake up,
please don't leave me.
Don't leave me,
I can't survive without you."
It sounds familiar,
and yet so foreign.
The oceans turns red,
and the moon grins.
I run and,
the truth catches up.
My vision turns black,
and I regret nothing."
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Starry-Eyed Verses
Poetry"I'm not saying that I'm romanticizing my life. How can I make something better when I like it , the way it is." My first ever poem collection. Basically random poems about random people. Not a single one of is about me. Cover by @Lady-Emerald Also...
