The lakes still exist, but the water doesn't
The specks still exist, but the author doesn't
Ripples in my head of the words you said
The silence still exists but the peace doesn't
And I'm lost in this maze of expectations
Blindness consuming, even with eyes of truth
They forgot me in the typhoon of people
As the sky forgets the stars during downpour
These quiet nights are phantoms to me
Stealing my breath in disguised benevolence
Thoughts weakening my shaking insides
Hurt consuming me with unknown prevalence
Clouds once with the sense of tranquility
Now the incarnation of tornadoes in my head
Dahlias painted with color of melancholy
Like a brooklet of water, my sentiments shed
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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。
Thơ ca"My Smile's Crumbling" is a poignant collection weaving threads of melancholy and fragility. Each poem delves into the weak architecture of the human spirit, exploring moments of fracture. Through verses that influence raw emotion, it navigates the...
