Raindrops fall silent, it's 3 in the morning,
I hear my heartbeat rise and fall,
In the pitch black, my mind runs wild,
Anxious heart, cigarette burning low,
Fog cloaks the room as I lie in bed,
Lost again, when I thought I'd found solace,
Dazed, unhinged by this restless state.
Heartbreaks and mends, the same old story,
Caught between lines, in a tug of war,
Yet again, I don't know where I am at,
At ground zero, a chill in my heart,
Flowing through veins, nonchalant.
Why it hurts? Deep down, I am aware,
In the still of night, my mind roams wild,
Seeking peace in shadows, yet again, lost again.
Orangemoon:3
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My Muse (My Little Black Heart🖤)
PoetryA fleeting journey of love, marked by a longing to express feelings but lacking the courage and commitment, leading to an agonizing yet beautiful heartbreak. Letting go in silence becomes the final act and the story continues. Just like the saying g...
