Mind erasing maddening pretense;
pasty aspirations crown a nauseating
proneness to these lies.
Emptiness is trite and constant
in the light of stolen heads and posts;
mostly all I am
I am alone.
Mind erasing mental shelves
that housed mere holes in flawless selves.
I'm found facing blackened aches
that break my feet.
Melting smiles wasting work on lips
alluring senseless taste.
Mind erasing distant spacing of emotions
of a princess and a thief.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoesíaI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
