Behind the bars of vacuum
My hands tied with isolation
I've painted everything blue
With the tint of my affliction
Uncertainty of the results
Even after throbbing efforts
Is it really worth the pain?
Even when pleads the heart
And I'm lost again, waiting—
To again be found and freed
Wandering into the woods
Quiet, until it stops to bleed
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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。
Poesía"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...
