Do you remember all the little things we shared on the floorboards of the flat we rent 750, looking over the sea?
Do you remember the feeling of our touch wandering on the wooden planks that left splinters in our fingers?
Do you remember the good times when we met down at the coffee machine and it only cost 99 cents to get hot tea and dreams?
But dreams...they shatter.
Do you remember the guns shooting through the boulevard?
That day, I got a hole in my heart.
It felt like a tunnel with no lights.
Where I couldn't find a way out.
And I know there's plenty of roads inside my mind, but I can't seem to find one.
Someone, please, get me out.
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purple wounds
PoetryChapter One: Glimmer of Hope (purple wounds) In her song Sweet Nothing, Taylor Swift said: "On the way home, I wrote a poem You say, 'What a mind', this happens all the time." This quote defines exactly what you'll find in this collection. Several...
