I scream, but no sound is made
On a gloomy day , I'm the overwhelming shade
In the middle of the night, when the birds are all quiet
I scribble down my true thoughts . In the daylight, I lie about it
Because even in the face of utter disaster
I'd hold myself together like pieces of a puzzle
That clings onto each piece until it's brought midair
And just like the puzzle
I eventually shatter into 100 pieces.-01 September 23
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Surface. - Poetry Novel
PoetryMemories always seem to eventually come to the surface. These are the ones that stood out to me Enjoy♡ -2024 poetry project