The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy! Then I simply imagined it wasn’t there. ‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’ We live in a vicious cycle. Cycles make you feel like you're trapped.
'Don't move.' / Nop, not you, I don't mean it literally. It has very little to do with actual chess, but be my guest. Your new love sets my heart in flames... why can’t it be me? The two forever in circulation; caught in a delicate balance. Heaven was contained in the meter with which you were speaking,
but that doesn’t mean I still don’t question its existence.
Just a piece reflecting the way I feel about myself and the relationships I've unintentially destroyed. Hope someone likes it. Just something I came up with for the the daily prompt. I'm sick so it sounds a little woe is me lol Just a simple poem about life. :) Break ups can take a toll on a person