eyes right on me, you watch me playing hide-&-seek
lightning bolts breaking my translucent windows
does the guilt eat you up, do you see my graveyards?
for the "bad weather" is coming closer to your shadows
you worship their codes, complaints, corrupted whispers
pointing out my silent wars and naming it as thunder
don't you remember i'm the architect of your castles?
erase their rough waters and focus on my single blunder
screaming every minute to be heard, wrinkling at your acidic touch
blurred lines carved on my heart, now i'm disfigured and disguised
do you feel the need to drain the joy out of me in order to feel better?
your cold anger is a soulless abyss but you leave it unsupervised
my immortal demons of doubt walk the familiar alleys again
behind the scenes, your brutal ways highlight my damaged sight
how do you sleep at night with headstones in your thoughts?
this is why rainflowers can never bloom in your harsh sunlight
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
