sometimes
there are too many
hands
and too many
voices
reaching out.
sometimes
i look into your
[beautiful] deadly eyes
that hold me
in the thousand ways
your arms,
your heart
does not;
and
sometimes
i feel like there's
a million
[beautiful] words,
a million
deadly lies
imprisoned inside that
[beautiful] blackened
heart of yours.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
