I want you to close your eyes and then tell me what you see.Because i don't think it's fair.I don't think it's fair how when you close your eyes,you see blue keys and lights.I don't think it's fair that when your lungs overflow and your skin is tainted with dead love,you get to close your eyes and escape into your world of falling flowers and meteor showers and waterfall homes because all i get to see is her.Because when the poison in my veins leaves me broken in my bed i don't get to close my eyes and seek refuge because the very reason i am seeking it,is waiting for me behind my eyelids.I don't think it's fair how you get explosions of shades and silver infernos and what i get is the haze of her smile and the stars erupting inside her eyes.I don't think it's fair how you can escape from closing your eyes and when i do it i want to peel them off.
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Inkables
Poesiahere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
