- Starless. - [To: the one who is being blamed, you are not the reason.]
It is 12 am and she can't sleep.
She is stuck in a labyrinth, deep.
Every road is lined with graves
Of bodies of someone brave.
Like a mirror,
Their scars feel so familiar.
Along with the starless nights,
She knew everyone fought all their nights.
Unleashing was never an option you could pick
Because if you did, people would assume you as a freak.
She never understood the feeling in her chest,
It had never let her rest.
In the end, she choked up on all the feelings in her head.
And people still blamed her for not leaving her bed.
-sk
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Spiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
