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Feelings hidden deep.
I'm showing less every moment,
cause I've found a way to bury you,
suffocate you in the simplicity of my mind.
This might ju..
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Folding over me.
I'm hurting myself.
This life is too long.
I can promise you, it's hell.
Intoxicated by every breath.
Crying at every flaw.
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Solitude. Loneliness.
Closing around me.
My darkest hours are a failed witness,
to the pain I haven't yet let free.
I failed to let you know...
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Spinning, falling, colliding.
Crashing on this heavy comedown.
Bending, breaking, not lasting.
How am I this low?
Bending my own beliefs to fit th..
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Softly settling, my heart has no savior.
The drugs, vanishing.
Leaving me to this profound slumber.
Folding your arms around me.
We'll whisper sof..
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I was on drugs. x]
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This poem is one inspired by my trip on shrooms, cuz I mean, that's when I wrote it. Hahaha.
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It has the feeling of a poem, but I don't know what to call it. It's weird. I'm not sure I like it as a poem. It's about an old relationship that stil..
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Not sure about this.
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Not really a poem or anything. Just some thoughts. More like a short journal entry.
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