vortex ² [poetry] ✓

xxviii. silence breaks

amelie - gracie abrams
“we sat on a sofa, she asked me a million questions; i answered and by eleven, memorized her face.”

her hair flows like honey and her eyes are full of salt

born to spill tears as the ocean is a fault line she inheritated

when her heart breaks, it's taking every opportunity to talk

people who get heard the most are the ones who have the least to say

so nobody even cares when all of her efforts are ignored

she always ached to discover what looked like a beautiful world

it's running free right in her hands but now the waves run out of gold

because waiting gets easier with every year that she lives to see

someday, the timeline might break and it won't even matter anymore

there's been enough scene changes and every story is the same on tv

eventually, someone gets tired of all the standarts that they can't meet

so now it needs one look into the mirror and her good mood is ruined

sometimes it gets better but she just feels like it's some sort of illusion