P O E T R Y // o.r

quinze // parallel

i suppose that it wasn't the deep blue wallpaper
that made the room frown,
but rather the disheartening thoughts
radiating from her delicate mind.

she said, ❝i'm sorry that my thoughts keep escaping,
i'm trying my best to keep them locked away,
but whenever i try to view a spectrum of light,
my eyes always focus on the grey.❞

i look at her,
pain flooded in her eyes,
yet i still see her smile.
i smile back,
my eyes bursting with joy,
but my heart is frowning.
hopefully, the happiness in my eyes
will reflect into her saddened yet captivating orbs,
for she deserves the light more than me.

i step back from the mirror,
and sigh.

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