there's so much void to fill
but nothing to fill it with
so many images to paint
but all black can't make a scene
so many songs to sing
but deafening silence still wins
so many friends to talk to
but maybe this wall was built too high
no one, no melody
no color, nothing
can cross, even i
— her walls of jericho
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
