woven in a soul
of diamond and gold
she shimmers like a pearl
brighter than any constellation
from the moon and back
but i guess i might as well be
the only one who can see
past the blinding mist of the fog
for no one else seems to be capable
of identifying that beauty.
—
" she's like the heaven in the middle of hell. "
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RECORD PLAYER. POETRY
Poetry❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : comple...
