*Authors note: like a pendulum, this poem should...
from the twelfth strike to the first and then back...
For every tiny footstep,
That you never got to take...
If heaven had a postal service,
From earth to up above...
Somewhere inside I've slightly broken down,
Like hanging branches from a dying tree...
Step right up! Experience a depressed mind,
What an incredible place to be."...
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~The pain is but a memory of you...
A day went by without you
A week, a month, a year...
Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...
Kinda shoulda tried so much harder
Pushed through every razor...
There are two of you now,
Ghosts hiding within the brownish green...
How is it possible to feel everything and nothing...
Like the moon and stars have both collided...
The house I live in,
is a dress that's loose...