Graveyard Soulmate
take me
to a graveyard,
let me play with all the dead.
let me talk,
and dance,
and sing,
with the souls of the abandoned.
lovely ghosts take my hand,
gentle wisps tug on my red dress.
they guide me to an empty ditch,
where dreams would never end.
i recognized
your face down there,
at the bottom of that eternal abyss.
i smiled so big,
i laughed so loud,
and leapt to your awaiting arms.
YOU ARE READING
lost poetry
Poetry𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part I: Insecurities & Other Blackholes Part II: Letters to Unknown Lovers Pa...
