affiliate yourself with the future
never remember the past, except
all the good parts, everything else
can go, there's no need for them
hanging from the doorway lies
realities which died the moment
opulence enveloped my life
nearly every moment of mine
is consumed by thoughts of you (yes, you)
sweet, darling, mi amor
meet my lips in the present, please
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
