secret whispers, dark corridors
burning dandelions in an open meadow
strings and strings, twist and turn
until they create a loop of rope
with an unknown story, they play
for it's so amusing to ruin things
but, darling, after years of prison
such things don't shake my crown
it's a shame how you declare yourselves
the writers of someone else's life
to write poetry about what is,
in reality, an inaccurate theory
how plainly stupid to think that you
know the dark side of my moon
but you see, i know this path well
so don't you think you can put that
necklace of rope around my neck
live in those cave-like sanctuaries
and keep your pretty little mouth shut
before the earthquake
before the crown shakes
before the demon wakes up
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
