And there I was.
Drowning under the ocean that my eyes created.
With the moon in my hair.
Praying for you to come and make time stop.
But you never existed in my life.
Then, why would you come to me now?
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
