never ending whispers of a redundant lie,
obsessions fade and reborn,
the cycle continues,
my soul switches from green to black,
my heart flutters then transpires to shatters,
moments happening time and again,
memories recreated with a different scenery,
an array of thoughts cloud my mind,
obsessive feelings of anxiety and possession,
blinded by rose tinted lenses,
red flags ignored on the surface,
the same mistakes rediscovered,
a whirl of ecstasy and pain,
shivers and tears bounded by obsession,
the cynical cycle proceeds.
-lyss
5:47am // 3rd april 2022
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wildflowers;
PoetryHey, everyone! This book is just going to be a bundle of my poetry or just anything that comes to mind. I do hope to improve my writing, so please give me some honest feedback. Thank you! WARNING: Dark themes that may be triggering for sensitive rea...
