Deep within the bones of our old home
Rumors spread like mold through the lips of ghosts
With hair that smells like algebra books and sugar-sweet Autumn air
I grew closer to your heartbeat and found
Myself seduced by your methanphenamine lips
While your hands wash through my fluidly hips
Growing up too slow, or maybe too fast
I'm wondering if I want this to pass
I just know you're the only part of this dream I want to last
Your love was my necessary drug
It's your toxic grip, I simply couldn't get enough
But like drugs, your love destroys
Creating an imbedded tangle of web-like heartstrings
Causing confusion of passionate desire over necessity
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A/N
Sorry for the recent lack in poetry. I'm sorta in a block, so wrote this messy little piece to hopefully get me out.
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Hollow Mind
PoetryI'm struggling to feel more than numb, They say that time is supposed to heal you but look what it has done. If pain is a void, then I'm completely hollow and undone. Just some random asorted poetry, nothing more than a means of self expression.
