dark place.
dark space.
All I do is pace
all over the place.
I live in this dark world.
all by my self.
A bright light..
brighter than I'll ever be.
shining, shining
a hand reaches out to me.
the warmth.
the color.
the smell of butterscotch pie.
like a sweet sorrow,
it presents itself a saint.
all I've ever wanted
it has made me its acquaint.
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The Taxonomy of Someone Named Me. (poetry by yzaa.vna)
Poetry"Discipline has a value greater than your Jo Malone." -Yza. Life isn't for me, or anyone, actually. The universe is full of surprises and I'm not sure if that's why I'm complaining on a site like this. Hi, My name is Yza. I present you a compilation...
