Im sorry if I'm impatient but I want to get on before it sets
This drying cement of a mess
Lying dead in the bed of our unforgiving
Take on our unforgiving
May it be theses little cracks that we forget
If are happy ending was to be rewritten I'd smash apart the pen
Go before this drying cement of a mess turns to concrete
What we had is not worth losing what we might be able to get
About the Creator
Goldie
Addiction to my pen sweeping cobwebs in my mind
The brief feeling of structure when my thoughts start to rhyme
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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