I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
Locked—in all her Mirth.
Her poetry—screams of Despair,
Lie there—lonely—on the shelf,
I can see the parallels
Between that tortured girl,
And myself.
I don't think you're a waste of space,
I'll give you my room and my pillow
As long as you make the bed afterwards,
And close the windows to keep the rain out.
I don't think your not enough,
The whole world whispers when you meet my gaze,
My eyes flutter closed as your lips meet mine,
And though it's forbidden, my heart still betrays.
I know I should leave, but I always stay,
what do I do when the leaves are dead?
what do I do with this road ahead?
i'll walk the stretch, and clear the way,
but my feet won't move today.
what do I do when these trees are surreal?
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