Insomnia Was My Sister.A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
No recollection of those years…
So this canvass molded into dust? And you said I'd rise from ashes, not dirt. Pull it, please, my broken exterior. You'll see I am qiute alright inside. It wasn't a lie, was it? As for the leftover cardboard, Just melt it into pottery. I'm starting to remember… © 2012 xXxCynicalWarsxXx |
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Added on December 19, 2012 Last Updated on December 20, 2012 Author
xXxCynicalWarsxXxAboutI am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..Writing
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