percieve (Remove filter)
Afraid
Wax paper over your mind
Hear me, Hear me, Hear me
Stabbing your brain
Understand
You called me mother and you fled from home
Crying rivers to slowly dislodge you from your refuge
reminiscing about translucent thinking
Afterword guilt
If I hate myself enough, maybe you'll come back
Don't put me down
I was afraid of being wrong
because you were always right in your ...
Thursday 9th October 2014 4:48 am
Recent Comments
Alexia_Supreme on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
5 minutes ago
Landi Cruz on frankenstein
56 minutes ago
Matin on Telegram @hakeemhanks53 Buy Cocaine in Luxembourg
3 hours ago
Matin on Telegram @hakeemhanks53 Buy Cocaine in Geneva
3 hours ago
Matin on Telegram @hakeemhanks53 Buy Cocaine in Geneva
3 hours ago
Matin on Telegram @hakeemhanks53 Buy Cocaine in Zurich
3 hours ago
Matin on Telegram @hakeemhanks53 Buy Cocaine in Auckland
3 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on The Nobel Prize for Lies
8 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Target
11 hours ago
Mike McPeek on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
14 hours ago