Whisky rhymes the sacrifice
Crystallises the dew of lunar eclipse
Matures the time phosphorous
Plausible pain pulsates our stress
Nocturnal nightmares pave the way for evergreen nausea
Nostalgia at its peak, narrow lanes shorter to the spilled ink
And she , the hurricane , takes the arrow in her sympathy
She cries , sand storm through her chest
Her song , music of wind sabotage
Ruining the borders no one has ever forgiven
She stares, Taurus looks down in never ending heron
And the light disappears
Gamma silence breaks the melancholy
The unknown is not him
Known dies with self
Chandelier dries in usher collaboration
Living poisons me
Sins all the truths with sand clock.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoetryNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
