Webs for fingers
and silent whispers
Walls made of milk froth
Kites slashing skylines
I forgot what it feels like
to be so alone
Dear, oh my dearest,
Run, don't look back
I'll stagger my world
into pitch black surrender
Whilst you run and never look back
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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...
