Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Toys with The MInd

 Just a star bright in the sky

with no meaning or no rhyme, 

shining down on you and I

as it still toys with the mind. 


The mountains reach high

to unite earth with the sky,

I tremble as I look to see

if only once you thought of 

me. 


I'll never love the same again,

maybe this is how the story ends, 

my heart can no longer feel 

it's as if the days are standing still. 






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