She was picking daisies while holding a bottle of her tears,
Played with fire, because it felt like the warmth of a human.
In the middle of the night
She rode on mares and swept through dreams
Tainting them with illusions and sorrow,
And so..
The moon never looked her way
The stars would hide under blankets
Feared that she'd swallow their light.
Pitch black,
Everything was pitch black..
And empty,
Like her mind.
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Hydrangea
PoetryApology and gratitude. The act of developing a deeper understanding between two people. Heartfelt and honest emotions. I admire the meaning of this flower. Not only is its beauty captivating, but what she symbolizes has my heart clenching onto her e...
