Walking by
Cacti
Might nip your feet
I wish I was the stars because I feel incomplete
I've locked up, and closed shop, threw away the key
But I feel like running away, to go and flee
You can't run from your problems, you can't run from yourself
But maybe I can hide among the trinkets I've placed upon my shelf
Fake moss on fake logs, fake rocks, not faker than I
Holes punched to breathe in the container that is the sky
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Poetry to Get Lost In
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I own all of them, and I hope you enjoy reading some of the things I'm passionate about. If you want to use it, just shoot me a message, I'll almost certainly say yes :) Updates will be pretty often. If there are i...
