Icy eyes
Thought I would share this poem that I wrote a few of weeks ago:
A strange reality begun at the library
Alive, awake, impassioned
A gut of spewing emotion
Pounding like ash on my heart
Rosy cheeks, breathless
Strangled by the wind of my own desires
A wound still bleeding
Slowly, clotted, dark
Icy eyes pricking the life
that swells through my veins
A strange reality begun at the library
Alive, awake, impassioned
A gut of spewing emotion
Pounding like ash on my heart
Rosy cheeks, breathless
Strangled by the wind of my own desires
A wound still bleeding
Slowly, clotted, dark
Icy eyes pricking the life
that swells through my veins
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