I can feel it,
this feeling,
the experience,
As I'm halfway through the light,
Fully still,
Open eyes as if you love the stars
I'm violet in my eyes,
Haut's brown,
Dull eyes with pupils burst.
I can see it,
this feeling,
life and death itself,
If the soul is taken by death,
The thing you see is death,
no cheating.
I feel it pulsing,
within my veins,
and mind,
where is it taking me?
I fear it,
but don't run,
because I feel,
lifeless.
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Poetry by Molly Cronin
PoetryHello! Welcome to a book that is entirely different, full of poetry based on my life, exes, 'friends', one-sided love and other things that I hope people can relate to so enjoy.
