Catastrophe of my personality,
Adrift in the hues of blue.
Lack of sanity,
Isolated without a clue.
My mind is in schwellenangst,
Epiphany is extreme.
In scavenge of a resol,
Or merely a beam.
In search of tranquil,
Mould me into courageous.
Fairfaw me with your prayers,
The girl here is ambitchous.
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
