The sudden flashbacks hitting me hard in the head
Like a laser cutting the edges of diamonds
But they don't make me look prettier like those lucky stones
They cut me deep reminding me of the days
When your presence was like the sunset welcoming the moon
Never failed to make me smile
What a price I have to pay
For the laugh I've had
For the good time
For the unlonely moments
For the happy cries
The flickering lights
Are they mocking the fading light in my eyes
You had my back
Until those delicate eyelids decided to move
For one last time
Until the remaining breath
Became the last you had
Should I scream?
Should I shout?
Should I tell the whole world
About what I lost
About what we've lost
About what's left
About the things you left behind
About these scars
But then again
Who's gonna listen to me
I hate this
I'm all alone in this endless white space
Unending vacancy
That everything feels tangled
I'll come to you.
15.03.2022
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Those Unsaid Things...
ПоэзияReady enough to live in this century? If you say yes, then walk in here, walk with pride, walk like a queen. But sometimes we tend to just be out of the lights, living normally with things in our minds kept unspoken.
