Her veins were a map
Far inside her soul
They led to fractures
Deep inside her bones
She holds on to
An aching pain that
Covers and dims expression
Colors fade
Dreams expire
Happiness falls dead
She is sitting, restless and captured
In the palm of the desperation of her soul
It's tight grasp suffocating her
And the sad this is
It will never let go
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Poetryseparation leads to desperation yet avoiding you is just one of my bad habits I can't rid of p.s. gonna contain some very lesbian thoughts
