Smoke wrapped around linen
Twists, turns the drape.
Dignity taken.
Rising like turbulence,
Speed, a drift, the head frozens.
parts the soul,causes rift.
Memories forsaken, blows thy trust.
Walks the nightmare
And i be a part of it.
Twists, turns the drape.
Dignity taken.
Rising like turbulence,
Speed, a drift, the head frozens.
parts the soul,causes rift.
Memories forsaken, blows thy trust.
Walks the nightmare
Its just a glimpse of wat u r capable of. U just hv to believe in urself and find sm quality time. Yes, this poem is imaginative and u can do a lot better.... Muse upon it :)
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