You played your game
Until you threw me
Away
On the cold solid ground
You rest your head now
Next to mine
And you hum
That endless melody
I so despise
But I'm yours
Even if you let my head
Fall
Roll
I want you to play with me
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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...
