Anvils and anchors
My heart is constantly weighed
My mind is constantly wading on the line of sanity
In and out I go
Up and down the rabbit hole
I wake up
I think of him
I close my eyes
I think of him
And even when I try to escape into my dreams at night
They are all of him
Anvils and anchors
Sun and the moon
Night and day
I am haunted by the memory of us
(what its like, forgetting to love you)
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Therapy
PoetryTherapy is a poetry book that will come to be comprised of four categories: Where I was, Where I am, Where I want to be, and Why. As of right now, all poems published will be uncategorized as I am simply going wherever the wind may take me. By the...
