When was the last time I took a real breath?
Spinning around without emotion
I hate to admit it, but I'm bored to death
I'm frozen solid no matter how much the commotion
I swear, I've never been the same since you left
Yes, Left in the dust—my name is Erosion
Is there a day that goes by in which I don't feel it in my chest?
Oh how I long to travel to the depths of the ocean
But i don't believe it possible when I can't even find rest
I'm hopelessly wandering
In the small chambers of my brain
I'd have to say, it's more like crawling
While trying to catch up with a high-speed train
Yep, I'm I'm tragically falling
Off of a horse without its reigns
And I'm utterly tired of living
When I'm living my life in vain
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Iᴺғᴾ Dᴬᖇᴸᴵᴺᴳ
PoesieInside the messy and chaotic mind of an INFP (A nostalgic bundle of warm hugs and a heart full of hope) ~ poetry, written aesthetics, and vintage daydreams.~
