Poetic Syndrome

Angels Don’t Need Wings

Catrina SophiaLeave a comment

Hungover
From the scenes on my TV screen spilling deceit
From the pile of unfinished dreams laying at my feet
Took a shot of comparison
Almost stopped my heart beat
Those pre life rivers run deep
Sober Conceit
Where all things are already complete
Pass me another drink

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Written by Catrina Sophia

I keep on meeting myself over and over again. Each time is different. I write for clarity but most times it is when I feel like clarity has been achieved. Most people who encounter me will say that I have a beautiful way with words. I’m inclined to say that words have a beautiful way with me.

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