Beauty is unpredictable, absolute. You can sense it everywhere. If only you tried...
Beauty is multiple. The one I found may seem complicated, as it's mute. They call it silence. Isn't it a beautiful sound to hear? At the end of the day, my ears bleed. It's a disease I chose to catch, one you may be immune to. Silence, my love, may sound foreign to you. It would more likely not sound at all. Like our love.
Silence, my love, is thin and fragile. Like my bones. Two beauties you won't break if you have a heart. Don't get me wrong. I still want you here, by my side. You may watch me in my sleep, I don't mind. You may connect all the freckles on my skin in order to form some new constellation and call it nothing. Scream everything you want to say to me, but please, remember to remain quiet. Like our love.
29/09/2015
00:12
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Slurs
PoetryCollection of soulful poems inspired by lived experiences. // Cover by me
