Ecstasy spread across her face
creating miles of an abandoned highway,
but her eyes gave the true fear
one that envelopes inside.
The blurred reflection upon the opals
is a shadowed figure that leaned over her brain
like a tenacious illness.
She stays perched upon her somber branch,
making sure she lies to her connected ropes
before they begin to cut their ties
leaving frayed ends behind. The shadow will perch
With her whispering of a fake love
that they will hold; saying that "nobody is here"
"They're the ones scolding your every move"
Shell' trust the infection of doubt
And she'll turn before you know.
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Broken and Mended, a Poetry Collection.
PoetryA collection of poems that was written through times of hardship and battling in my own mind during my high school years. Battling depression, anxiety, and trying to learn who I am. I may not feel as passionate or even like my poems now, but I thoug...
