9:56 pm
i lay on the floor
looking at the ceiling
in the dark
waiting, for the spark.
the spark of healing
to get away
from the pain i'm feeling.
i close my eyes as a tear falls
and i sometimes roam
these empty halls.
i'm in a void i can't escape,
and i've forgotten how to mold
the shape i'm supposed to hold;
it's only for the crowd
but no ones proud.
so here i lay,
hoping to be saved someday.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poesía[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
