I can't be this alone,
With my thoughts free to roam,
Waiting for a swift move
To guide them all back home;
These hungry muscles twitch
To claw a moment's itch,
With no one by my side
To thread a single stitch;
My hands tremble and shake,
Just one streak left to take
That could leave me hopeless,
Motionless in their wake;
Yet, to this streak I grasp
Until the moment's past,
And dread the next quiet
That leads to my last.
September 22nd, 2023
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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬
Poesía"There are other sorts of speaking that I tend to seek, Since all the feelings are entrapped inside my heart: I rip this bleak chest open and its blood begins to leak Then draw you a castle of roses and to you this gift impart." - an excerpt from "M...
