In the quiet whispers of the night's embrace,
There lies a shadow, a hidden face.
A silent ache, a thorn unseen,
That grips the soul in its unseen sheen.
It dances in the shadows of the mind,
A haunting melody, cruelly kind.
Each subtle twitch, each gentle pang,
Echoes of a symphony that clangs.
It wraps its tendrils around her core,
A silent storm that seeks for more.
With every breath, a muted cry,
As she navigates the depths, the sky.
In the secret chambers of her heart,
It weaves its tale, tearing apart.
A symphony of whispers, a silent plea,
In the language of pain, a silent decree.
So she bears the weight of this unseen plight,
In the quiet corners, out of sight.
A silent battle, a war within,
Where words falter, and silence begins.
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ONE SHOTS - to the moon and back
Poetry❝ Under the moon's gentle glow, I'd journey beyond the stars and back, just to feel your touch again.❞ ─── .｡*.:｡✧*.｡☽*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡─── Perched upon the window sill, you gaze into the deepening twilight. A smile unfurls across your face as you marvel...
