she lies on the wooden floor crying
its cold, like her heart
just her and her sadness on a Friday night
she feels it, the sound of her misery
the sound of her slowly falling apart
slowly yet melodically
the silent sound of swans gliding to their death
the sound of unsaid words
the sound of her scars
all but beautifully deathly
her sobs echo of the wall
the walls that barricaded down when she let you in
she doesnt get up or wipe the tears
just admires the beauty of the fallen bricks of the past
theres beauty in every pain
you just have to observe silence for its sound
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Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]
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