My mind will flow
Into the river
And you won't be able
To catch me
I might slither
Like a fish
Or better yet
Like a medusa
Pretty
Beautiful
Face
My fate
In your hands
As a stinging
Twisting
Quaking
Sleekness of pain
But I'm yours
For the mind is acutely
Betrayed
Disobeyed
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
