Thistles of doubt
Under my skin
Maybe this is how heartbreak begins
Every time I see your eyes gleam
I hallucinate that they're looking at me
Every time your lips smile
I hallucinate that they're kissing mine
The thistles dig deeper
Splinters of longing that will never be removed
Because I'm not brave enough to do those things to you
Hallucinations stuck on repeat
are all I'll ever know of living my dreams
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
PoetryRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
