Late

Late

A Poem by yourimaginedwife

I run
I pretend to be lost
I touch myself with bleached emotions
Citrus, nude, dip-dyed moods
All the love you need is in a broken keyboard
Endless.

© 2013 yourimaginedwife


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Thanks for subscribing, your piece is definitely a good one. I love the lack of punctuation, it really does pack a punch. I really enjoyed your imagery. "I pretend to be lost". Well done :)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on July 9, 2013
Last Updated on July 9, 2013
Tags: lost, humanity, emotional, insomnia, melancholy, visual