When you came so
Quietly
Silently
I tripped
In your trap
Poked my eye
Fell into your lullaby
Single trace
Of your finger
Erased
My grace
Misplaced
In your grave
Hushed voices
No longer a threat
Gone in a wind
With one last breath
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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...
