i keep waiting for my feet to catch up
with the rest of my body
where is my mind
my eyes fall under the bed
i feel this candle burning
in my head
while my heart skips a beat
i notice the moon is watching me tonight
as i melt into shadows
and hammers pound the cement
i told them i just want to be creative
why is that a crime
why
i'm sitting here
covered in dry tears
i am waiting for our moment
to be showered in the sun
Author notes
very tired
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White Rose Wolf
Great job in writting this poem it's very good -
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