3/23/2020 3 Comments UntitledAlone//only alone
As she The unsung everything Breathes heavy, into a dirty pillow And when she allows her head to finally rest, Swears she can feel his heartbeat through the mattress Swears she can feel him reaching out to her, and her sweaty, broken, palm. But only in dreams, Only in blurry visions. Laced not with reality, But hypnotizing illusion. A feeling so soft and beautiful So rare and unspoken It dissipates before she can bottle it. These are the things given quickly They are not meant to last. They are not here to sustain, Only to tempt, And to torture.
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3/3/2021 07:25:31 pm
I am a very skeptical person, which is why I also proceed with caution. People think that I am a coward or that I don't take a lot of risks, and that is fine by me. I believe that this is the best way to live my life, and I am not planning on doing anything else, but this. I will continue to live my life the way I want it to, and there is nothing that you can do about it.
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