Make no doubt about it
The world is cruel
The crows of demise
Feed on your confidence
And burrow their way into your soul
And grabbing a hold
On the aspirations you hold dear
Like freaks of desire
Surving off the idea of the death of you
And all things good that
May come your way.
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Heart Hums
PoetryMy heart hummed to my soul and I felt the vibrations of love and pain within it. It spoke saying: remember me. And I took note.
