My heart is a haunted estate
in its sterile grounds lies the graves of my past
mistakes;
and when it is in its most tranquil
hours,
guests with their silent feet
walks through the hallways
visiting me every now and then—
reminding me that no abode
is ever empty of their ghosts.
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Under The Late October Skies
PoesíaI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
