I usually don't like rhyming poems.

In your heart theres a door and you'll find it one day

I was young and was dumb, calcified and insane

I helped myself conquer the things I found broken on the shelf

I'll leave you broken regarding letters to your fragments of self

Noises and streetlights and neon colored font

Toy with you like angels and at night, it's you I'll always haunt

See you fading in and out, my hands run my hands through your every inch

I find you sometimes in the dark, through a universal glitch

The planets will align, look at the sky I bet your eyes turn into lenses

Your corneas are filters, imagination is the sense

I'll find you, just not yet

The End

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