Cramped thoughts winding
In circular asymmetry
So I keep grinding
My teeth for some stability
And my grip gets tighter
Only feel it when it's skin-deep
Cause the bloods colored lighter
If you keep your nails shortly
Hear faint voices talking
people in my eyes' periphery
Yet I can't stop stalking
That bird out on the cherry tree.
Cherry - Bella M.
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PoetryEmotions, thoughts and moments of my life, captured in poetry. Some are pretty dark, others pretty and light. Some about love, and some about hate. I use this as therapy, so welcome to my world. Most in english some in german. **Trigger warning: r...
