Poems from victorianparty
Empathy, empathyfinally got the best of me.I shot my dreamsthrough the dark,sheer dumb luck,I hit the mark.So closed off,I might fail....
i alternate betweenfeeling like i am drowningand like i’m on the edge of something close to okaylike how you feel after a very good cry
i breathe in out so quicklyi see sparks in the airmy skin is a thick shieldthat brings the universe to revolve around me
I am filled with melodrama,no really; why don’t you believe me?I’m filled to the very under of my sagged eyeswhere it streams in...
Ashes to ashesDust to dustI stalled out my heartand wrote this in bloodyou never loved me
I showed my rusted parts to youlet my emotions...