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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I am currently a high school senior who writes and writes and writes in my spare time when I am not babysitting, working or spending time in a book.

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