Hello there it's me again,
Can you hear my voice echo through the rift
The irresistible pulchritude of the night rain
As my emotions bleed me dry once again
Do you still hear whispers that speak my name
Feel the wind on your neck as my breath
I miss the oddity of the games we would play
The thought of you now drives me insane
With each word this cursor blinks faster
No words come next to these three already
Our tale like writer's block on the first chapter
"I miss you" but then I am clueless after
YOU ARE READING
Hypnosis: Vol I
PoetryA Collection of Poems ********************************************* Love may be a facade. Love may be deceptive. Even now in this state I write of love, I myself may not be in consciousnesses.
