Memoirs of my life
Wrought the grooves of my young mind
Twisting turning intertwined
The cold truth plunged as sharp as a knife
To sit on the edge and look down happily
Instead of being the grotesque insect
Inspecting the space above my eyes
I only lay here in my small space
Because it's only there that I can love to hate
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Moon Man
PoetryA small collection of my poems. Most have been written on a whim. Letting my subconscious do the work for me.
