Every memory that crosses my head,
Lands there.
Every romance, every thread and every beautiful thing,
Handfuls of happiness beneath the haze,
Afternoons of eternity,
Stay, or leave their image behind with a sorrowful little wave.
Every time I look inside,
My mind goes blank, the alarm is on.
But that's what I see every time I close my eyes,
And my heart ceases to beat.
Every time I try, I'm scared beyond death.
To open the album of my life.
For there are angelic terrors inside.
The borderline.
A Drawer Of Memories
11 thoughts on “A Drawer Of Memories”
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Parting ways with the sun, in the ascension 
Simply exquisite!
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Thank you so much.
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“For there are angelic terrors inside.”
I loved this!
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Thank you so much!
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Love this one… feels raw and autobiographical, and has beautiful phrases
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Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.
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Fantastic poetic and dark sense of one’s life.
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This is so lovely
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Beautiful
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Thanks.
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Sometimes the past hurts so much, we are scared to look back. So beautifully you potrayed! The darkness is so heavy, we are scared to see the specks of light… Amazing! ❤
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