Her imagery flashes every night in my dreams
Silk air from her breath as she whispers to me
She then disappears to a puff of smoke
'Cause tomorrow's another day, the same scene unfolds
I'll never match her warmth with my icy cold.
Her pictures flash everytime in my gallery
All the sweet and saltiness clash inside me
When I laugh, it's treated like a joke
And when she does, they all heart her post
Just how can someone have what you want the most?
I wanna be like the girl across the room
With just a silhouette in the doorframe everybody looks
And once inside
She's the goddamn sunshine
Everybody wants a touch of that burn.
I wanna be like the girl across the room
Where everyone feeds her with a silver spoon
A walking daisy
It's driving me crazy
Lush perfume scent on her.
Oh why can't I be her?
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
