Last night I gazed into the soul
Of the one with the tired eyes
Their arms cradling themself
Wrapped tightly together
Slowly unwinding
Laying down
Sprawling out
Stretching my sore mind
Last night I sang a lullaby
With the one with the tired eyes
Understanding the reality
Developing a Polaroid photo
In a smooth, clean frame
Last night I heard the wisest words
From the one with the tired eyes
They told me what they've seen
And explained that flowers die
Exhaling smoke
A simple synergy
We were both onto something
Reading the same page
Exiting that same empty hallway
Bound by the exact person we need
And the only thing we truly want
Our own self
Right now
Our own sanity
For now
A separate, string instrument serenade
A lucky shot of liquid dignity.
Finding safety in reality.
-Poetry Party Ghost
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Poetry Party Ghost
شِعرNeed a break from the noise? The ultimate survival guide to being socially awkward is here. Read into the mind of the poetry party ghost, a fellow playing the fly-on-the-wall to an assortment of situations in the world. Hear them ramble about all yo...
