Falling
Stomach sommersaults
Thoughts
Dead end Delirium
Terrified
Neck deep, can’t swim
Trust
Endless supply of hope within
Habits
Die hard, scared of scars
But we’ve come this far
Poetic musings
Falling
Stomach sommersaults
Thoughts
Dead end Delirium
Terrified
Neck deep, can’t swim
Trust
Endless supply of hope within
Habits
Die hard, scared of scars
But we’ve come this far
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bookofmohs
Dead end delirium, very deep and wonderful poetry 🙂
poetaflor
Gracias! 🙂