It watches through the windows, and it passes its prime,
It hangs on like acrimony, the taste of primordial lime,
And when it is optimal, the shadow will raise its hands,
It touches your shoulders, it gracefully lands.
Whispering in your ear, the true burdens of night,
You reach and you call, but stray further from light,
It really is pathetic, how you writhe and you crawl,
The walls that sheltered you, begin to fall.
Your mind is tainted, alabaster but black,
Yes, it is the patience, in which you all lack.
Slowly, slowly, you dwindle and go,
Away runs sense, and all you will know.
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Reminisce (PART TWO)
PoetrySee part one here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/114595931-reminisce Part two of Reminisce. {~Sometimes meanings are as volatile as a person's mind.~} Made by yours sincerely (Cover not mine and belongs to the rightful owner} {YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED...
