Still water to locate,
Feelings left not to reciprocate.
Hidden from hurt,
And doubts that drown,
In the lies of quiet water.
A disruption awakes,
To no avail.
The wail of a soul so lost,
To be heard somewhere far away.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
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THORNS╰┈➤ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
PuisiEmotions 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.
ⅠⅠⅠ: The Sound of A Stream;
Still water to locate,
Feelings left not to reciprocate.
Hidden from hurt,
And doubts that drown,
In the lies of quiet water.
A disruption awakes,
To no avail.
The wail of a soul so lost,
To be heard somewhere far away.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵