❝a rustic array of verses that whisper themselves through the centuries and into our souls.❞
☾︎ a poetic escapism; bringing stories from the windermere library in my mind, to you.
-m.h.
☾︎ hr :
1 in poetry,
1 in poems,
1 in poesia.
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☾︎ we were made of tragedies and escapades, a love too pure falling on a marble cage, april ends, we'll walk out the gates, every era ends with a little bit of pain, memories make our hearts descend in despair.
the most truthful we have ever been, unsaid, unheard, unwanted thoughts, in the midst of pure chaos, i hope you don't get lost, i hope you learn to hold on to the things that are worthy of being fought for, and when you learn to do that, you will learn when to wage your wars.
☾︎ we were made of tragedies and escapades, patience is rewarding, but we know we can't wait, hold on to that thought which holds us together, please, april is so near, hearts beating with much more than just fear, unknown are the days coming ahead of us, when the marble cages open, we'll give up our forever just like that.
☾︎ will you leave your tapestry and poetry and forsaken dreams behind with me? i want every inch of you that i can keep.
please hold on to our moments that can still make you cry after a good summer's day, please hold on to the feathers that have fallen after every delicate sway, please tell me you will hold on the pictures of our glory days, please just tell me you'll remember how we were made of tragedies and escapades.
☾︎ what has happened between then and now? always asking questions that i can't figure out.
and until you call again, i'll tell my whole world to quiet down, 'cause even though i know april has come to an end, i don't know how to let go of the people and the life i have known till now, and; i was hearing whispers of our tragedies and escapades as i walked out.
because we were the tragedies and escapades.
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a/n : this poetry is about a lot of things;
it's about letting go/losing a friend, it's about letting go of a person who once meant a lot to you, it's about a parent seeing their child grow up to live their own life, it's about the realization that things don't last forever, it's about yearning to still get in touch with people you have left behind.
