-Le Sigh- Wow. Here is a poem for myself: Yay for Venting!
Lock me in a glass case
and press your fingers up
against my frozen heart.
Maybe once upon a time
was always a never after
and love a foreign good.
As close as you can
hold your dreams away from me.
The theif of night
overtakes the best of people
and I am no exception.
My wishes are daggers
in which I hope to peirce
and steal your warmth.
Bright and ******** shining yourself!
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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