𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉

midnight breakdowns

my cries

were illuminating

the moon skies 

the melancholy

of broken records

stay ringing

in my ears

and my soul

knew the melody 

for the familiarity 

was too striking

to be ignored

she wept and wept

that the gods felt pity

for dried tears

were all the remains

of her striking beauty