RaptureA Poem by Wild Willow BlueNot even I..A dangerous place; a captivating secret packed with truths, chewed up then spit out on mind fields of dreams that never get dreamt No one understands the real story you said Comprehend sadness. Touch it and breathe it in envelope the empty space to fill holes, of a past revisited A dangerous place; a captivating secret deep into dreams you drift through the sky baby’s breath on virgin fingers, white and clean patterns of love and life in the spaces between Universes collide as the star strikes piercing a blade right through your heart No one understands the real story you said © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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AuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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