Delirium and humidity are attacking my thoughts and I just don't care anymore. What was I thinking? Of course I'm alone. I am neither pretty, funny nor outgoing. I'm half imaginary. I believe in fairies and goblins and elves. I'm a freak. I am oh so very weak.
Wine bottle half empty and chipped.
The 2am moonlight luxuriously drips.
Whirling thoughts and frozen times.
A sad loner clinging on words like vines.
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Turquoise Emotions
PoetryI am trying to cope with my chaotic, hectic self. These are my late-night thoughts.
