It might sound dense.
Tears of joy,
Scent of a dead rose.
Melancholy settling deep within,
An ashtray of dead sentiments.
Glimpses of your forgotten past.
Night's of horror and grief.
Ichor bleeding through your spine,
From your fragile body,
Into this ocean of,
Careless whispers and deep reverie;
In ones mind, in ones life.
Enduring this pleaure like grief for the
Naive souls searching for closure.
To know how it feels to be broken.
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ITS MAGNEFICIENT!
~Krishna~
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Truly Beautiful
PuisiI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)
