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PoetA poet is insane.Poet by ~YumeMizuki
Who knows what she thinks?
She writes in her bath tub,
her glasses drape over her nose.
Sometimes, she sits in her closet
for days without leaving.
Outside, she takes long walks,
singing to more birds
than she can count,
and often bringing
a part of the ocean home.
Sensitive to her surrounding
and other people's comments,
she often lashes out
with cruel words
she does not mean
or shuts herself
inside a glass box,
never wanting to hurt
or get hurt.
When she meets a guy
who cares for her,
she stays away from him,
showing no interest.
She denies her true feelings
and fight
DreamsEvery time I wake,Dreams by ~YumeMizuki
reality slams me
in the face,
only then do I wish
I have never met
the dream-fairy.
What did I ever get
from dreaming anyway?
Nothing but glassy eyes
that can only look and not see.
Nothing but a pair of sealed lips
that can no longer speak
the language of humanity.
Nothing but a hole in my heart
that devours all my faith and hope.
What are dreams
but empty promises
that die within a heartbeat?
Dreams may be fragile.
Yet, dead dreams
can and will pull you
straight down to Hell.
Sta.sh
