precious memories
are left behind
I tried to save them
in the end I was just holding onto nothing
three months of breathing toxic air
I'll tell you something right now,
I rather burn my whole life down,
than listening to these whispered lies.
And set all my clothes to fire
leaving the rose we grew
die of thirst.
❤️🩹
06 May 2024
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coeur blessé: THE LOST MANUSCRIPTS
شِعرMy enthusiasm for writing has sud3denly faded, like if my glass heart has broken into pieces that can never start again. I searched the depths of the sea, but all I could find was emptiness. I used to think that love might be golden, but now it's al...
