Finally, the night! So here the universe and roaster chimes,
Right now, Bethany. It's time for us to bathe in mellowed crimes.
Don't sigh. This is how inspiration comes about. You know that.
What illusion? No such thing! Me and you no faulty combat.
Commiserate from you to me, wait; Bethany's home with me.
No more pity party, but in tragic Mars boulevard three.
Fun to be alive with you today and be today only,
For tonight the king's bed it is, for you my wonder honey.
We are not yesterdays' hoaxes or tomorrows' lessons- no.
Exciting: we found lovers' cheat to touch on, slow woes may go.
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
