I lie awake at night
Tears running down my face like diamonds
Thinking of having a desire of hearing something
A sound
A voice
A song
I talk to myself until I fall asleep
Until that night, I dreamt a dream
I was in the store, finding my mother
However someone new entered the store
Marilyn Manson in a tuxedo that can certainly caught my eye
He came up to me and said "what's your name?" He asked in a caring tone
After the interaction between us everything else was a blur
All I remember was his voice, his clothes and what he asked me
I think I'm asleep now
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Destiny While Holding The Pen
PoetryWithin her graceful and distorted mind of a tortured woman comes a time in a women's life where she must embrace the idea of potential inside herself. Watch out, this poem book gets really deep, real fast.
