Misty skin
shivers in a place I don't belong.
Frosted eyes
glass over, dream of a home.
permanent
somewhere to call my own?
or abstract
a pair of loving arms?
Streets to tread
where my feet know the way,
or a pair of eyes
that know what to say?
Dazed, drifting,
a ghast, I head through crowds.
While sunset swallows empty houses.
Red light,
the night,
and lonely sounds.
Author notes
yup.
Tell me...
Comments
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It's a terrible thing, to feel lost and unsure of everything.
If this was based on real life, I don't know you, but the weight and emotional content in this piece makes me want to hug you and hope you're okayy.
Lovely write!
=)
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