I've said it so many times,
You mustn't confuse it,
A constant notion of an aroma,
One so blind as even a touch could demolish,
I lay bewilfered in my thoughts,
Picking the pieces of scattered glass,
Counting down the hours until my last breath,
Silently confining my mind,
As a sprinkle of glitter falls from my eye,
I lay in constant thought of what I could do right,
The massacre happening inside my mind,
Is slowly penetrating and devouring my humanity,
All I want is to not walk along this isolated path anymore,
For you to take me into your arms on a journey once more.
- Rosalea Bond
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Oblivion
Poetry"If only you knew how much you meddle with my heart, you'd know how dangerous my love is." - Rosalea Bond My poems, my words, my heart. This is my escape from reality. Please report if you see anyone stealing my work. [Artist: Viviana Figueroa; @so...
