"Nothing is more sad
than the death of an illusion. "
-Arthur Koestler
My eyes avoided
Each desperate glance.
My ears unheard
Your bloody apologies.
Though your touch
And your promises,
Lingered forever,
Time had made things
much easier for me.
Gone, was that poor
And helpless soul
Who thrived on your appreciation,
She lived no more.
But from the edge of her coffin,
Sometimes the tables turned,
And she found herself, longing,
For a single glance,
Once more.
But your eyes avoided
Each desperate glace,
And your ears unheard,
Each bloody apology...
Thank you...
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Beautifully Broken
PoetryThis collection of poems delves into the depths of heartbreak and loneliness. It explores a myriad of emotions that are all too familiar, offering solace and understanding to those who struggle with the complexities of a broken heart...
