When the sun burns
So soft it curls
Like rain water, down
The sheets are made
Unmade, like crumpled paper
When love was together
When us was forever
Short lived, break down
Souls decay
Souls how they fade
When the moon burns,
So hard it furls
The wind it growls
The ebony creeps in
She's wondering
In her heart of hearts
It was never enough
And though she tried
To remain
Untouched by pain
The stars burnt her
So still it hurls
Forward, to the end
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trigger points.
PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
