Why heart, can't you forget memories that could be worth setting free?
Stay, underneath useless weight debris,
choking on fraught thorns - you'd rather be;
No listening to mind,
grasp at desperate hold to rope grinds;
don't concede to pulse blinds,
eyes shaded by confine -
severe those heart strings in sufficient time,
it's only to reimburse some form of life.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoezjaMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
