Luring in the Dark
Luring in the dark, pouring out my heart to the wall of the room, wishing there was someone to hear my cries, same pace I keep from love is same as hate. always at the choice of love and heartbreak just one step can be my last or light Mistakes are made, but how much Time is there to heal? if I was same as love how much time do I have to live I am just an artist painting my stories, deducting and summing relationship with my instincts, trying not to be bounded by choices someone else makes, my fear of rejection keeps my heart to itself
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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