falling embers
of dislocated members
perspiring feelings somber
never ok, never sober
separated by galaxies of distance
connected by strings of importance
falling embers
my essence oozing fever
fear of the unknown
and experiences I know
that little bit worry
making hearts dreary
falling embers
glowing together
feelings of do's
warnings of don't
perpetual depreciation
rescanning for verification
falling embers
of dislocated members
perspiring feelings somber
never ok, never sober
thin threads, still holding all together
despite the notorious lack of order
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Another snack–size one. Hope you enjoyed it?
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Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
