Now she's cut
Apart, somewhat.
Keeping her demons
Everything begins to deepen, as she starts dreaming
Death makes her start screaming, as her time arrives.
Nighttime starts to show, as she plays with knives, she promises she won't show.
Everything deep inside her soul, that keeps her naked, whilst her dreams are faded, as she lays still,
Sleeping so peaceful, life suddenly comes to a standstill, as her world around her picks up the pieces.
Suddenly, she starts to have her freedom, and everything around her feels heavenly, as she continues to blossom, peacefully through the season.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
