as the story goes
you were the demon
and I was a hopeless soul
you stroke my skin
and caressed my existence
with a dark flood
and I let it consume me entirely
as if a big wave was coming
and as everyone was trying to escape
I stood still
I held out my arms
I closed my yes
you crashed into me.
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
