Will you still love me
When my skin runs dry
When my mind goes feeble
When I can’t sleep at night
Can you see the stars in my eyes
Rip me open and look inside
Hold my hand and read my mind
I can see right through your walls
But where are the breaks in mine
Holding you close and growing weaker
Watching the gleam in you
Can you see mine too
Will you still feel me
When I sit quietly
When the trauma shuts me
When I can’t dream
But I still dream of you
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Darin Leigh
Just the ramblings of an artist in her 20s. I write a lot of unplanned poetry. I hope you enjoy
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