Desperation drowning in the weave. Calling fear that can't perceive. Panning through the breakers quells. Doubts and pride won't dispel. Fortune-tellers smile her way, She needs someone to illume her day. Paradoxes of dreams spin to tale. Sniffing perfume on the way to jail. Money spins her favorite tune. Dancing naked beneath the moon. Drifting through bizarre desires. Eternity quenches definitive fires. Stumbling through life's chaotic pace. Dancing for her money chase. Barefoot on shattered glass. Glaring through tears at her past. Happiness flows from her seems, Tearing through monotonous dreams. Dancing through naked embrace, Past the fortune tellers grim face. Push up through the weave. Desperately needing to perceive. Eternity grins at the knife in her back, And laughs when she learns she can't go back.
Reason for writing:
Another sad tale inspired by reality
Birth sign: Gemini
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