"To silence her storm you've got to be powerful. And strength she had not much."
Tiny.
One upon another ,
Hand in hand ,
They take over.
Hideous. imbecile.
Screaming ,
'Surely that's not truly me
Ain't that right ?
I have some good
A sort of beauty no eyes can see
Too much. too less.
Your feet will never
reach success.
Oh Please just stop
Just let me out—
Of this mind ,
This body
These wrecking thoughts.
Just out.
Labels ,
Crawling , thundering , scarring
Insecurities ,
A spiral tightening infinitely.
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Nirvana
PoetryShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
