Insanity awakens in my mind,
The streetlights are no where near bright enough to shine on the towering shady bushes.
Maybe it's just the insomnia,
But I see dead arms trying to crawl out of of their permanent beds,
pillows marked with headstones.
I see people staring from under trees but it's just the leaves mistaking me.
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•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
