i think my heart found a friend
and belongingness- familiarity
with the constant fellow
dragging it down
that in little sparks of trigger
tiniest hints of reason
for him to hold her
to the deeper, darker bottom
chemistry is what she found
in their gleaming hands intertwined
her light in this ghost town
and she couldn't be more wrong
but who's gonna tell her now?
- blind to the red flags
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
