From three to one
My breath comes shorter
My sight's long gone
But thoughts scream louder
My fingers stick
To one another
A tock, a tick
Fire growing larger
A thousand nerves
As well as muscles
Tenses and curves
Most in my knuckles
My eyes had twitched,
Darkened and bled
As fingers reached
Deep, dark crimson red
10.22.18
I'm sorry for not being active for a long time. A lot has happened
- Quen
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Shallow Depths
PoetryThe voices that have seemed so small and words we've always left alone are ones of which when we merge all will paint the scenes to eyes unknown. - ♪ - My first poetry collection in Wattpad. No specific themes and topics, all random. [Please read...
