Stop it
My head hurts
Make it go away
Like the dreams you took from me
This morning under gray light
Make it go away
Like when I lost you months ago
In the evening of my life
Make it go away
Fade into memory
Burn to stubborn, stubborn ash
Till I'm left with the damn wick
I don't care
Make it stop
And then still my heart
So that stops too.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
