I must've floated backwards into a spiral,
losing myself in the moonlight breaking
through the paintings covering the walls
of my mental home.
I must've fallen face first into a mess
I knew I could not fix, but found my remedies to drink them away.
I'm scatter-brained, using a poker face to mask how unsoundly sad my vessel feels.
Forgive me.
- Jaxin
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
