I turn to lonely wandering words, befallen.
On ashen lips, and slow painful fingers.
That sway and dance so dangerously.
Breaking baited breathe, and patient skin awakens.
Grasping, with clasped hands grabbing hungrily.
The hearts, startled and stifled, frozen.
Hesitating carefully with attention, whispering softly.
In exasperated signs, and sounds.
Authors Notes: Thank you immensely for reading and I hope you have a lovely week. Good bye fellow writers, and readers alike~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PoesíaThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
