Wishing to forget the good days living in the adrift of a lost loves chemistry.
Was hoping it to live forever in the stars and grow a strong family tree.
In purgatory now, four corners grows around as the lights collapse slimmer.
Falling from the stars to murky deeps without a shadow of a sparkling glimmer.
Drowning in deep self doubts of a tragically self written novelist.
To never give up or rebound stronger is why you are a survivalist.
As the future comes to today by remembering the the legend of loves commitment.
The ghostly example loneliness is displayed in the emotions of this testament.
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My Public Suicide (Complete Book)
PoetryA view on life through the passions and self reflection only a writer can create. Thank you for reading and stars are always welcome.
