land a punch on the ground
we're digging a hole
let's find the heart that still beats hope
let it fulfill its role
the lady laying soaked with rain is dying
whisper unto her ears,
"hang a little bit more, darling.
wipe some more tears.
hold my hand tighter if you want
we'll find that treasure—
the missing piece, we're on a hunt
these words don't measure
how much we are all rooting for you
so just stay still
tell me if you're feeling blue
your grave isn't this hill"
— september showers
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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...
