in our infancy
we wove daisy chain halos
kissed with our dreams
innocence ruled the day
the nights spent chasing stars
the dawn drew breath
exhaling brand new supernovas
the sun revolved around us
we skipped sidewalks
careful not to step on the cracks
giggling madly at the moon
we told scary stories
the boogey man hiding in our closet
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today the halos we wear
are heavy with regret
our lungs choked with ash
smoking anxiety away
sleep puts out the day
cracks in our sanity
craters we can't avoid
and our monsters
don't stay hidden in the closet
they lie next to us at night
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3:00 A.M. Thoughts...
PoetryLying awake, haven't slept in days, eyes are baggy and mind is hazy. Every thought seems to all be about darkness and pain, every night it seems to be the same. Same routine and same story, all the light of glory all just a daze . None of the happin...
