patterns and epitomes.
I find myself
Far away
Under a no light
Under the no moon
But neath a distended
Ambiance
A custom, I suppose
For I come back
Mostly on those nights
No one would believe it is me
For who is a girl that wanders?
Ungrateful and so, no name
But I know why I lie there
Inside certain patterns and epitomes
My thumping heart sounds different
Within such a ghostly draw
But when tiredness does fall
I sneak back to my bed
He never turns his head
And come morning, I hardly believe it
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3 comments:
this is really lovely <3
Beautiful. Have a great weekend!
your email is almost exactly what i would say about myself. and knowing how unique you feel as a person, i hope you're not insulting or disappointed in finding a kindred soul. nice to meet you. and your brain.
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