Do your think of him those days
Where dark thoughts senses suffocate
That joy I watched drain from your face
As life and lies cruel whispers told
Your many secrets slow, unfold
Fools promises and could have been’s
you would not keep them from your door
Instead with smile forced on your face
Arms wide you beckoned them inside
Embraced as they to you heart lied
Promises, so sickly sweet
Coarse noose of lies, soft velvet hopes
’till dangling feet dance all alone
Blinded, stumbling, on and on
And hope, and faith, bright eyes now gone
Rather sad and disturbing, but I like it!
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Thanks. If only I knew what it was about…
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My imagination went all over the place!
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Intriguing…
I like it! 👍🖤
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Most A random word Mishmash 🙂 thanks
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I love those ‘stream of consciousness’ one’s though – they say so much and nothing at all both at the same time.
I haven’t done one myself for ages actually. Might give it a go! 👍🖤
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I think I have the poetic consciousness of an angsty 15 year old who’s read too much Byron
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Glad you found something in it…:) 🙂
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Hey, I’ve made a blog out of it! 😉🤪🖤
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#kw,,
ในวันที่ พ. 16 มิ.ย. 2021 12:15 น. Afterwards เขียนว่า:
> Michael posted: “Do your think of him those days Where dark thoughts > senses suffocate That joy I watched drain from your face As life and lies > cruel whispers told Your many secrets slow, unfold Fools promises and could > have been’s you would not keep them from your d” >
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All those bees swarming to your bitter-sweet melancholy
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Haha! 🐝🖤
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This has an interesting flow to it. I like it!
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Cheer. LR 🙂 happy Sunday!
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😊
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