that sick in my stomach a thousand years old
the one that makes me feel rash and cold
what awaits in the closet and cannot be tamed
an ancient feeling that has no name
it's a hallway that echoes alone in the dark
or a thought in my head leaving more than a mark
bringing a pain that's like a dull throb
and whisper looking for a soul to rob
isolation, a blue shiver up the spine
taller than the greatest pine
waiting all curled up in a warm bed
coming a ratatatat till your dead
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Love and Fantasy
Poetrypoems written between classes, in notebooks, over lunches, and in the shower. ranging from emotional haikus to fictitious sonnets. are you looking for angst, fun, heartbreak, and an odd tangent about pigeons? read this then my dear fellow #1 in Pers...
