In search of treasure
A hurt wooden chest of gold and silver interiors
One where it's road lead to adventure
From opening wounds and storing precious gold
To the taste of silver
Rush of blood in vains
Heating of my soul and race the pacing heart, for the find.
To feel its rough jewelry
And appraise the value of its armaments inside
Deteriorated outsides by previous adventures of its own.
But with a lock rusty enough to let me inside, with a key hidden in heard.
In my own.
Chest of adventures.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
De TodoThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
