Too late. So much late,
her eyes had no color, Her eyes is like the abyss.
I will easily say Void.
Adds up her dark circles under her eyes.
It became worse.
Just like the leaves falling from a tree,
you can describe her as a leaf.
String on the branch snapped and the leaf fell to the ground.
Window. I can describe it.
They see right through me.
Skin like paper, full of inks.
Burning house, I was inside, I chose to stay.
A bracelet. Stays more than a year.
They pluck earphone on their ears to listen onmusic,
but they never listen to the words I say.
Like toy, they give you away or throw you away.
They have ears and voice,
but they don't use it when a person needs a help.
The moon that used to shine for everyone, ran out of light.
Bag full of feelings was left out empty.
It's just empty.
Hanging frame is just like her.
She was running, panting.
The person she cared most left without any single word.
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The Lost Pages of Poems
PoetryIs it really just Poems? Half of teenage life. blade that digs deeper in your flesh with words. Every chapter is just poems and every chapters don't connect to another.
