It stirs my head,
Becoming a blurry tune
Pushed back in my mind
And into the dark abyss.
Should her eyes close
Submitting to the empty
Having others all loiter
With my fingers around her skull.
It's far too late as I whispered,
You have plummeted heavily
Becoming a bag full of bad
A stale bread as stiff as he.
Wildfire, it is
Filling up my mind
And clogging up my nostrils
With dark gray smoke.
It's too bad that you're gone
You and your sweet aroma
Reminding me of the young
The young night we fell asleep with.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
