If I ever I wake up in a different body
I hope you could still recognize me
How you claim my laughs to echo deep in your mind.
When your favorite band plays
I imagine the lead singer is you up stage
I haven't listened to the song you sent for a while.
Perhaps this space between us is a challenge
A burden for literary geniuses
Weaving words to fill that gap.
For all those typewritten letters
And send them altogether
My world crumbles at a tip of a hat.
I thought about moving to Switzerland
With you in our verdant farmlands
Build a tiny home out of our worldly hearts.
Growing all the seeds we planted
From the age of nine, we promised
That no erosion can soil this art.
The unraveller of my barbwires
The holy light of my raging hellfire
The windless droplets in our little pond.
My other half of a creation
A center of my narration
From our sacred grounds, to the universe beyond.
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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...
