Bella

This is not me, jelly for thoughts, each day of gethsemane, such a fall from grace, cast adrift forlorn, I don’t want to hate, make a fool of reason, laugh when I'm caught, spitting at eternity, you’ll read this and shake, absent from my call, I’ll scream and create, denying the seasons, wondering if I'm born, howling for eternity, you’ll raise the stakes, fear of being torn, you’ll try to act brave, who dreams of purgatory, sitting on a wall, boom of a broken sea, not wanting to fall?