The pigeon delivers those disastrous words,
Declaring my future to be fed to the lions,
In and out of black outs just trying to survive,
Can't even find who I am in the afterlife,
Is there really a heaven or hell?
Or just ceasing to exist?
All those messed up thoughts you released,
Thinking I'd let out a chuckle but glared,
Never fully understood why you were there.
- 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...
