nostalgia is the muse
and dredging is the art
i hold lost people like trinkets,
and parade them in my heart.
the past is the bullet,
the future is the wound.
i never leave the graveyard
where we are are entombed.
hope is the prognosis
poetry is the cure
i'll write these people out,
until my blood bleeds pure.
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hope and half mangled poetry
Poesíaˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹poems that ive been writing recently. ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ 》hope, longing, nostalgia, change, identity, death. 《 blood bled pure: nostalgia is the muse and dredging is the art i hold lost people like trinkets, and parade them in my heart. the past...