miles away from you
as i'm sitting in my room
feeling bare and open
the only scent that i could breathe in
is the stinging one of my
soft coral nail polish
though i wish i could build it up
and drown myself in it
breathe in the chemicals
until my lungs
form into crystals
wishing for miracles
wishing that maybe i would find you
but i can't find myself
so what could i do?
miles away from you
while i'm lightyears away from myself
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
