Poems from donttouchthedee
My thoughts
they spin
they twirl
lovely in their madness
their chaos
their beauty...
And I wish I could portray it
replicate it
draw it...
Ghosts fade, yet memories remain
laced within the final song.
Voices moan as the ballad grows
although, they're all long gone.
Feet in time...
Walls of white.
The black of night.
All of which confine
this voice inside
I try to hide.
I dare not cross the line.
This voice,
it grows,...