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by Lost star Mar 20, 2021
Love, romance /
It's a cliche to use a porcelain heart;
But as words seem to fail me
It's all I can muster to exercise this
Feeling of brittle emptiness.
I find myself trapped in a storm
And as the cracks grow wider,
I'm scared to write a reality in ink
Incase I drown in It's septic arcs.
“ I'm scared to write a reality in ink”
Powerful!! this is gooood!
by Lost star
Hi Star, thanks for popping by I'm super glad you liked it :)