Words flowed from my mind quicker than the ink spilled from my pen, all the scribbled lines of broken words that dripped from the tip of my tongue, sprawled out in a mess along the page.
It was you- you who made me write like this, like a mind washed, lifeless corpse that sat hunched over a desk for hours on end; with a cold, dim, flickering light as my only source of light that dispersed across the lines of black ink.
I was shrouded in complete darkness, as was my heart that sat at my feet and thudded occasionally to show it hadn't completely drowned in my stupid emotions and sorrows.
How could someone, make you feel everything then make you numb and feel nothing at all, all in a heartbeat?
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
