Brooding, luxurious wall of darkness,
Loose fragments and infinite abysses crammed with isolation,
An illusion mimicking the echo of haunting thoughts,
Creases in the treacherous night sky,
Kaleidoscopic auras of eerie darkness,
and the pit in your wounded soul.
warmth,
pumpkin spice lattes
hot, spice-soaked coffee drizzled with a splash of cinnamon
coated with half-melted whipped cream, nestled by the delicate fire,
comfort,
your favorite cardigan
Give me a reason
for walking away,
was I too shallow
when you wanted a deep abyss?
Give me a reason
for losing faith,
was I too dreamy
when you wanted to be awake?
Give me a reason
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