"𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓"
𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒...
𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒, 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑠
"ℐℒℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊"
𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑
𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒?
𝑆𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑,
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑜ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑜.
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡... 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒,
𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒...
𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛?
𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑠?
𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
𝑇𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛.
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Mephisto's Anthology
Poetrya collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
