Kisses feel plastic.
Maybe, being over-dramatic.
Cant stand it.
Soul lit.
Ashes.
The dark ashes of my heart.
Wish to feel alive again like from the very start.
Truth is:
Seeing stars turn to black holes
Soothe me.
Sue me!
Cant help the silent movies.
Don't have to listen to false proclaims of love
While I'm losing.
Maybe I'm being over-dramatic.
Nah, just plastic.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoesiaPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
