Somethings are forever.
Like a last goodbye, swelling into a deep lullaby.
Or like new beginnings under a reign of tiny kisses.
Eyes illuminated,
Heart incinerated,
Mind foliated,
Soul encapsulated.
My emotions are a crutch,
My will, feels like it doesn't weigh much.
Death bed.
Flat line
Passion reborn.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
Somethings are forever.
Like a last goodbye, swelling into a deep lullaby.
Or like new beginnings under a reign of tiny kisses.
Eyes illuminated,
Heart incinerated,
Mind foliated,
Soul encapsulated.
My emotions are a crutch,
My will, feels like it doesn't weigh much.
Death bed.
Flat line
Passion reborn.
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