Amidst my worst despair
You gave the warmest smile;
Easing the painful chill
In my so freezing heart.
Your arms brought comfort
In truth it sows a painful curse;
A beauty of facade
An art of deceit as its best.
My heart turns to ashes
From so much trash and bash and smash...
It grays in its darkness
Vine sprouts that wiggle in struggles.
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Poetry
PoesiaWhenever you cry, I born inside I feed from your fear, grows and hide; I'm your pillow that is invisible I'm always ready whenever you fall. In air I grasp for joy to bring turns the winter into the warmest spring; shyly changing your worst to best ...
