A sensation of force,
It's rising within me.
Engulf the guilt-
Of the abiding fragility.
Dance without music,
Pretend as if you're fantastic.
Cherish your sins;
For your sins made you authentic.
Drown on your ghost phantasm;
Deeper on your own oppression.
There's something more on your melancholy,
I suppose, drenching is your unusual reality.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
