Shallow, shallow, shallow! Everything I dug up are shallow holes on Earth that can be easily washed away by the rain! Ah, how can I dig deeper whilst while I'm inside caves I've dug, you line up dynamites on its walls, behind my back? I thought you were there to help me build caves to take shelter in, only to find out you were holding that tiny, spark of fire to commence my doom. Were you happy? Were you happy seeing the walls crumble down, big and small fragments of Earth covering my small, fragile body? Burying me in the depths of emotions that I genuinely felt for you? Were you glad seeing me succumb into suffocation that your betrayal has brought upon me? Were you filled with joy, after seeing that even when I knew of your betrayal, it was your name that I uttered with the last vestiges of my breath? I survived the explosions you set upon me. But I am now afraid to build beautiful, magnificent caves...Lest, I be buried alive...Again.
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PoetryI scour each and every obscure part of my heart hoping to not find traces of you... But my heart's every damned beat screams of your name. And every drop of blood is as vibrant as your red sun-kissed cheeks. A collection of short, original poems. U...
