Pretend your heart has never been hammered into the ground,
keep heaving hopes into the stratosphere to be gathered and found,
quit partaking in nightmares which chase away comforting sounds;
Lick the wound clean of infestation,
dance away the demons,
have your best interest was not part of conversation,
retract all that gained invitation,
you shall not become their permanent destination,
Yet –
Why do you sigh with a resolved hesitation?
Does having exempt leave another, unexpected hole within extreme cessation?
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Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
