poem 7, I think? this one was hastily written on a scrap paper.
Shampoo foam dripping down my locks
Of unfettered golden hair
The rhythm of my pounding heartbeat
And the dampness of the air
Breathe in, breathe out
As the music swallows you whole
Inhale, exhale
If you listen, then you'll know
The amount of water scares me
As it whispers "you're not worthy"
To be loved, cherished, nor thought about
Kissing me gently then killing me swiftly
Breathe in, breathe out
As the soap tastes oddly bitter
Inhale, exhale
Closed my eyes as I try to remember
All the times I've missed school
Trying to stand up and greet the sun
Mother, the temperature's unbearable
Death's already negotiated with your son
Breathe in, breathe out
As my childhood fades into the drain
Inhale, exhale
The Bathroom brings nothing but pain
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Exiled Dreamers
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. The title means we're just dreamers who have yearned of merely dreaming and shutting off everything around us. Yet the harsh reality forcefully expels us from this source of happiness of ours. My poetry encompasse...
