In Line Where Minds Go
Lines
Leads to a drifting mind
A mindful of memories of loving and hurt
Anguish inside bursting at the seams, can’t be revealed
Outside of my mind, sitting on top I wonder why
Returning inside like nothing before
Slipping past the trapdoors, the daggers and the pain
A mad house is inside my mind
Like a spider web I’m trapped in seeing the love
Blinded by the avoidance that was blatantly, mindfully put apon my mind
A hurtful soul in line
Drifting away from her soul
It’s the most damning loss of love
To avoidance attachment
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