(adj.) colourless
The emotion,
Where did it go?
The connection,
When did it break?
The comfort,
Why did it fade?
The distance,
Who let it grow?
But the memories,
How did they survive?
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To be honest, I had typed out three or four poems before this, but it wasn't updated because they were a bit...personal. So every time I was about to click the 'publish' button I was just like...nah.
So there ya go, a simple and short one that speaks volumes in my head but might not mean much to a random person.
Anywho, thank you all for sticking with this book for so long.
Aaand the title credits go to FortuitousQuell (I got to know about it cuz' of her book) - Go check out her book 'unusual words'. The words are honestly unusual. I love it, hope you do too.
God bless.
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Bleeding words (Poetry)
Poetry"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows plants, not thunder." - Rumi. Words. They can kill and they can heal. They can hurt and they can reveal. They are written and they are thought. They are read and they are bought. They are w...
