Poems from introspectivebeat

I hope you hear my voice in your sleep. I hope it wakes you,  reaching for a ghost in your bed.   I hope you see my face in every storm...
I hope you hear my voice in your sleep. I hope it wakes you,  reaching for a ghost in your bed.   I hope you see my face in every storm...
I didn’t use to cry on Halloween.   After all, it’s my favorite time of year. This year I’ll spend it alone for the first time. I don’t...
it feels so easy to let the world slip away.   old friends pass like water through shriveled fingertips on aching, time-shorn hands. the...
that night felt like a memory.  one locked in the deepest corners of a mind left to years of dust and deep-seated heartache.   it was a...

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