Those internal tears as visible tears
Staining its trail- down cheek; chin to pillow
Sparkling brilliantly on my phone screen
Clouding dark with ink off my writing
Paper from sand and tears like rain
Yet there is no petrichor
Nose too hurt to even pick up the very scent
Of the same, now blotted, paper
A bottle of the illness deep within
( Just playing the 병-병 pun again creds to @bts.bighitofficial #dis_ease #병 )
Nothing ever so slightly fake in between
Yet assumed as one's weakness
It though, is the strength they weild
Leaves still fall and Winds still chill
Yet tears are warm even as they fade
Staying strong and true
Right to the very end of their parkour
As wild a journey as our emotions itself
It's okay to cry, nonetheless
It's okay to hug yourself
It's okay to wipe your own tears too
It's okay to dismiss the emotion
Vulnerability yet, is just then
You aren't all drunk and wasted
You just opened the door to share warmth
Out into the cold winter
I forgot to put yesterday's one here
Next is that
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The Heart-Mind-Ink Axis
PoetryPLEASE RESPECT WHAT I WRITE. The ORIGINAL BACKUP for MY writings from @yxuniverz on iG. Dates are in YYYYMMDD format and are according to IST (GMT + 5:30 Hrs) I've been writing poetry for many years and I wasn't the kind to usually show anyone, but...
