Fading in
Sweet blasphemy barricades
each bridge burning down
tongue twisted ties lost
see how tightly my gears are wound
unsure of where I'll be
when I finally come to
and all I can really hope
is that the first thing I see
is you.
There, it's coming
this is it,
can't you see my stature
crumbling to bits
I hope when I wake it's you,
the one and only thing I see
when I do finally come to
being who I'm meant to be.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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