hexed with a decade-long curse,
staring out the window was a lad I know,
and his life was seen as worse,
as a ship that wrecked, sinking so low,
fearing his heart would spoil,
if the man all he wanted were to leave,
and like a flower on a dying soil,
no plans to abandon what he feels.
make-believes of a romance with him,
claiming he was loved by the man,
trapped himself in his dreams,
delusions were getting out of hand,
so, look at his drawers covered in dust,
all filled with the pictures he kept,
in lies, he thrives, a sort of lust,
as he finds truth so hard to accept.
obsessed he is with his thoughts,
he likes to trace on his own pale skin,
seeing him there when he's truly not,
imagining those fingers were crawling,
so sinful, but he wants the warmth,
in the night so cold, on his bed,
thinking of being covered in his arms,
manic he is, love made him mad.
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ghost town (Completed)
Poetry6th Poetry Anthology l have always wanted my 6th anthology to mirror my current life: dark, desolate, and filled with despair. It's a portrayal of wandering alone in an abandoned town, where escape is elusive, and the place threatens to consume you...
