|| M I D N I G H T ||
The time of your life when
Things just dissolve into
Black skies and white stars
And it feels like an ancient
Photograph.
|| F E L I C I T Y ||
Something we're afraid to feel,
Something we think we don't
Deserve, something that deserves
Somebody whole and pure, not
Someone like
Us.
|| I G N I T E ||
Is what happens
When two unwitting
Souls annihilate
Each other.
|| F L A M E S ||
Something we allow to
Destroy
Us.
|| W H I T E ||
Is the color of skies
When they welcome
Another mismatched
Human into their
Open arms.
|| •••• ||
The end. It comes when
It wants; unannounced
Like a persistent
Disease, that is so
Scared of itself,
It refuses to let
You
Go.
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Hiraeth
PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...
