corrupt thoughts mold into terrors of the night.
i feel like i can't get away, they haunt me.
but the evil dreams got caught.
not knowing where to go, they got lost,
and by morning they fade
the good-spirited dreams, however, they know their way through the web,
and they released the positive energy.
dreams are the whispers of the soul.
and they keep whispering to me non-stop,
so i can't sleep.
drowning in the sea of my dreams, an ocean of my mind.
one by one, my dreams are caught.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
