step on to the stairs of my desperate need for some sort of emotion, that i can't comprehend. climb the ladder of my faint thoughts, that blink in and out of my head. swim the river of my fast movements, that make me not want to stop but to keep on running. sing the doleful melody of my heart, that sways through the cold night air. step on to the stairs of my desperate need for some sort of emotion, that i can't comprehend.
// m.m.
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Dactylic
PoesiaPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
