i tried to close the door but it was too late
our shadows now grow together
fear fills my vessels
finding yours in mine
and it saddens me
it's so cloudy
i keep wondering
how much longer
we can soak it up
are we villains?
for having loved seeing pain
after each sunset
my heart sinks with yours each time
i can't see
but i still feel
it sucks and pulls the thread
but we don't have answers
just a bunch of
lies if not truths,
secrets
and the same words
in the pocket
with pinkies intertwined and souls bonded
we just are
but for how long?
the air is thining
(it's not like the oxygen's dropping)
(still) save your breath
if you want to last
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tales of the mentally disordered
Poetry'it's cold, dark and lonely but it's home' . . . . . . A very random collection of poems
