Yes, I could see it, the fall.
A crack in the script,
A crack in between them.
They've harshly slipped,
Fallen between the dark hem.
It's...
No.
Something.
Something is gone.
I can't see it anymore.
I only witness the fall.
Fallen.
Broken from a far.
It's dissolved between the hem,
Lost it's warmth within the distant cold.
The darkness continues to stem,
The yearness from her is no longer so bold.
A distant voice calls out,
But someone... I recognise them.
She doesn't react to the shout.
Too much was said.
Now,
it
is
meaning
less.
The noise,
It doesn't stop.
The noise,
It doesn't stop.
The noise.
It
doesn't
stop.
guilt was what she felt.
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Bereikšmiški žodžiai(mano emo era.)
RandomJust a compilation of poems or short stories I've written in my free time or they didn't make the cut for a fanfic - mostly in Lithuanian. Slow updates. Not explaining any of this lolsz.
