Thoughts, driven to a frenzy.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering.
In the masqueraded society.
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems.
every time I let go, I keep going back.
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
'love is blind'
but i broke free.
Golden linings for cracks.
Short poem written from the brain, not the heart...although I suppose they're similar. It's a departure from my usual style but I hope you all enjoy and understand!
I didnt know pain before I had you.