I can recall the echo of your promise,
That you'd chase all my bad dreams away.
But how ironic was it,
That everytime I close my eyes,
You suddenly become one.
// beautiful nightmares
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
