closing my eyes, to see if i can really understand why the words to a story or song can give me goosebumps. drifting away, wondering if anyone would actually notice if i just left the room. feeling a swift, watery breeze on my tan but pale skin, making my inner-self cold. lying down on my stomach, trying to understand what it would feel like to have another person laying down with me. sleeping softly, dreaming of all the things i wish to come true or to never happen at all.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
