"lost child"
I look into his dull cold eyes,
trying to figure out his clues
and so I stare at him with sympathy,
and I saw eyes raging with deep emotions
he never spoke about his feelings,
but watching those crystal tears fall, I already know
that his internals scream in pain and brokenness
and no one ever concluded that those silent screams were his
he averted his gaze, ignoring mine
I wiped his tears, gently for this lost child
but my touch felt like a sharp razor for his pride
so I wept for this child who was never touched with love
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my poorly-made book covers lmao (the borderlines are epic lol)
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spill me
شِعر"spill me," my thoughts said. "it's too crowded in here." 》poems, prose《 © winged- | 2016
