Posted in Poems, thoughts

descending

descending,

descending ,

I still am

descending

through

the shredded shroud of my loneliness.

 

You hurt me

 

healing yourself…. you hurt me…

 

fool that I am

 

descending,

descending,

 

I hope you learn someday

that

we must live

in the shadows of others hearts

descending

into

eternal descent.

 

-Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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