My eyes are foggy,
Clouded with pain,
Filled with a watery substance,
That continues to drain,
One after the other, an ongoing stream,
Running downhill,
As if they were a track team.
Sitting in the dark, curled together,
While melancholic music fills the atmosphere,
Chuckled to the lyric "fuck a fake smile" in hopes that I'll feel better,
But my mind continues to rotate on a spinning sphere,
Just when I think it's over
Here comes more.
- Lavender -
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Lavender's Mimosa: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryLavender's Mimosa explores the journey of the self. Where the persona experiences a whirlwind of emotions whether it be anger, resentment, wishful thinking, love, heartbreak, deceit and plain right just the overarching theme of sadness. The persona...
