Equal walls
Cuz there was a moment with you where i was warm and equal in your arms we were two strangers searching for something more and saw a possibility in each other but with out that liquid courage and the beauty of the moon we retreated back to our walls of uncertainty and it was never spoken of again unless in a hushed whisper to a trusted friend sworn to secrecy and discretion.
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YOU ARE READING
Silent as my screams
PoetryThings I could never say, thoughts I have on my depression and anxiety, and descriptions of fucked up life events. Over all a clusterfuck of fuck this that and the way i feel. Not angry, well not completely anyway, mostly just bitter self-loathing...
