trying to achieve that level of raw poignancy
of days passed and feelings since buried
yet unattainable
the mood of this place on a rainy Sunday
tired but yearning
the lights are dimmed and not much is spoken
in my room, bright and defiant
i awaken my poetic ghosts
i will not grow a day older
harboring everyone's pain
i'm disgusted with attempting to please everyone
and falling on my face
i wish someone would sympathize with my needs
i want love
visually, not theoretically
i don't want my heart to rust |
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