The whirring of the fan fills the air,
Soft music to my ears.
The light has fled from every corner,
What was here will trouble me no longer.
In a sea,
With the waves,
Floating along with my thoughts all day.
Now I sink,
Just a little bit deeper,
No thoughts are here to sway.
Watching a movie,
Standing alone,
Nothing makes sense,
Not the movie, the abode.
Trapped in a make-believe game.
I will play all night,
Until the light fills the air,
And whirs are replaced with dings and clangs.
I will play all night,
Until the waves come back,
And sweep me from my make-believe game.
Oh, that sweet, sweet world of my make-believe game.
Trapped in a make-believe game.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoetryIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
