My stomach lies in my throat
I wait for you, I tread Between the sun and the moon
My gaze will follow you because you're the only sight I see
You're gone, without you the only thing real is my dying soul
I taste nothing anymore, I smell not the sent of even a flower
My dear, I don't hear the strike of midnight, I see still only You.
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Thoughts
PoetryThoughts Traps that linger Holding us hostage inside Our own mind Using us, driving us to insanity, to Gouge our eyes out Hoping something could release us from This- this trap our own mind a maze of Sins, waiting to be let out Poetry helps me ease...
