Piercing voices and constellations
That I lay behind.
A group of souls
With beating hearts
And rushing thoughts
And quiet minds
Which scream a lot,
But here I am,
Between it all,
With lips sewn shut,
My throat closed tight,
And this is why
I feel so alone,
In a sea full of stars,
When I am dull blue,
And they all breathe red.
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The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror
PoetryThis is my collection of poems that I'd like to share. I don't sensor my feelings so what may be "dark" to some is just pain that I want to vent. On that note... enjoy!
