CupsA Poem by brianna vega
Nothing could calm this craving
This hunger As I lift my chin again to hush these lips I hear the sirens singing at the depths so much to do so much to lose This slumber over takes me in the sun As I turn into a zombie robotically living with just the simple task to survive I hold my thoughts internally and shrug off all else around me © 2017 brianna vega |
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1 Review Added on October 13, 2017 Last Updated on October 13, 2017 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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