The sun rises in the far far east
The dream ends in the deary dream
The willow sways with the breeze
A wound is a wound, whether or not it bleeds.
The moon rises and the stars
The waves crash and mirror the sky afar
The owl in the hollow sits and sees
And here the heart stills and weeps.
The wind howls when it sets free
The strom screams when it settles in
The chaos roars and disrupts all reams
And pride would rather bleed and be free.
The forest lives with the running stream
The river crashes in its seams
The morn and eve sweep the leaves
And here the heart stills and weeps.
The world is cruel and true indeed
The filth doesnt deserve its holy villes
The life in it lives and leaves
And the world drowns in its immoral deeds.
The misery unfolds and tears break free
The dreams shatter and close their fleets
The 'morrow never comes yet somehow flees
And here the heart stills and then weeps.
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Luna Ro.♡
P.S
Just.... how much can an exam result hurt you?
To the point where I'm writing heartaches after heartaches. Also, this dates back to 3rd december of the previous year.
I curse exams.
Anyways....
The hell have i written?
I fell out of a block.
Does this imply that i must be miserable at all times to bloom such beauty?
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Through Hallways Of The Castle In Spain
PoetryThese are the stories, Flowing with my heartbeats, Pushed around in my frame, Along with blood in my veins. And all I have to tell these to you, are, but mere words. An ongoing collection of poems on various themes-or maybe one, or two, perhaps vari...
