P R I S O N
I am a star
Shining on your bedroom walls in the night
Ghost I become when the day is clear in view
Your eyes cast down from mine
For i vanish out of sight
Unless skies cast violet freckles
Face glowing
Knowing our time is near
My companion
Hold my hand
Let me know of your adoration
Because this forlorn abyss is a prison to me
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PoetryI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
