Let the monsters flow through my veins
Like city streets and highway names
And as summer turns to winter
And sunlight turns to snow
I will feel the cold seep into my skin
I will feel my hair begin to thin
And as the earth revolves at a certain pace
All I'll remember is your unimpressed face
Your features are burned into my mind
Even though years ago you left me behind
I once thought that it was my fault
But now I will ponder till my life hits its halt.
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•Mind on Paper•
PoesíaThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
