Silence
How peaceful
Yet nerve-wracking
What a contradictory
You bury the truths of your heart under your tongue
Because that's where they're most comfortable
Right?
They are not spoken
You've laid them to rest
How incredibly peaceful it is
Yet it's so nerve-wracking
You must be feeling great
365 days repeated like a sad song
A tale of a princess with no happy ever after
You miss the euphoric feeling don't you?
But prince charming is long gone
He was never meant for you
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DESOLATE
Poetry·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...
