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• • • ~ ~ ~ poetry ~ ~ ~ • • • • silvers and stars are laced beneath my skin • • in-depth scrawl is scribbled, painted upon every page that litters my mind • • my heart is a leaky teacup, love spilling out because it cannot hold enough and soon it will drain dry • • my hands hold my hopes, they slip through my fingers like petals, and I don't know which I should grasp • • water pools at the base of my skull, the same space where my thoughts of tomorrow are kept • • duty is a chain that binds me and makes me face a future that betrays my heart • • my soul is a piece of broken glass, easily shattered and has the tendency to slice your skin • • ink and graphite flow in my veins, ready to spill unto my parchment layers and splatter my thoughts to smear onto the the paper hearts of those I love • • i don't wish, I only wait for the chance to rise and take opportunity • | A collection of the best poetry I have yet to write | (Digital art by: Sara Haunsman- @Sangelous on DeviantArt) [Many of my earlier poems have been either rewritten or modified in this version of my work] Rank History: #633 ~ [4/30/2017] #444 ~ [5/23/2017]
The World
