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Dis-organized messages Tears overflowing into the strength of the founded notes, Never sent and never organized, I remember the days I wrote. My heart which was fading ever so slowely is now devoured, Handed to you when all you could do was be glowered.
Remembering the day when I fell and tripped into love, And in the mist of mornings i now hear the mourning doves. Then, I felt powerful as if i could take over the world, Reminding my stomach how it always used to swirl.
These notes have caught the eyes of the dispared, I wonder if all of this to you was unaware. My eyes couldn't take the lonely nights of tears anymore, All I saw on my pillows was the wet substance I poured.
Dis-organized messages Written by TheKeana 11:59am, Tuesday, March Eleventh. |