Pieces of Her (Poetries Only)

- 02 | Follow not thine heart

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𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳

for it was a destruction. a deceiving creature that shouldn't be followed. it will surely lead thee into the vague paths which thou couldest never fancy. will make thy eyes be weary and mold thee as slavery as well as held you into the captivity of its derailment. and the ends thereof will let thou ask thyself into a question which anyone could not give an answer - "what lack i yet?" - but only thine discernment.

that thou shouldest have not let thine vigil down and must have perpetuate thine sober sense. must have solidify thine walls even more so that none could enter no matter how seldomly splitting the sentiment were.

scarred heart, doubtful mind, untrusting people. i told thee these before, didn't i? that thus would surely befall in forthcome. that every people who swore in front of thine face will rift thy soul apart and all thy can do was opt the pieces that was left whole.

ya, afore perceived elysium-like, but be thou not get used by the deceptitous range of thof. whereas make thyself ready for the consequences were inevitable as how the atlatls are.

for what reason the people says that it was worth being trifled as well as being played with? were it not made to beat and pump our blood? afterwards, why people gush each other's gore and ruin each faith and lives? by the reason of love and anger that is the obedience of the heart that originates.

every person who took risk and therefore transgressed the certain admonition wilt surely feel the scorching as well as the excruciating pain by the covenant that seemed yielding yet destructive as how the two-edged swords are, the ache from the trenchant wages of love that every martyr and scatterbrained accepted.

saying that it was fate that's accountable of it. which was the most fraudulent thing we believed of.

"how come ye are hither? how come ye knew it and ended up being torn, my lord?" a query which led me being lackaidasical.

"little i knew that love would sempiternally summon me hither. neither do i reckoned this tribulation, dear... if only i had known, for sure i have had it done all over again no matter how huge would it cost,"

"it's fine not to be okay, my lord. all you can do is cherish the agony, painful memories..." he goes on and on.

"this is what blindness made us. it leaves us scars, they're making it hard for those people who will come with now a good intentions..." i rectified.

- 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊, 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒎 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊'𝒅 𝒃𝒆...

&-& notes ::

𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍.
𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎.
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