The whispers of a whale echoes in my head,
Its whistle that sways back and forth,
As it navigates this sunken soul.
A lonely soul is what they said,
Framed on the edges of a thread so thin,
What was once the shell of vibrant bliss.
Such a whale searches far and wide,
To find only a lone husk that stands.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
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THORNS╰┈➤ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
PoetryEmotions that go unexpressed and unnoticed, Those that lie deep within the folds of a beating heart, Spilt onto the cold floor as it changes shape, Taking the form of words, Words that speak a thousand emotions.
