I lay myself hanging on
broken strings
that crunches every vein
deep in me
It's my part
that slowly ceases
the unbroken linkages
of my worthy,
helpless soul.
Already a lilac has grown
through my tears
and for that it would
never cease.
But with everyday
my lilac grows
my words seem to remain untold.
Still every night
no one knows
That my lilac grows
That my lilac cries
and has fallen apart
or even until...
My lilac says
Goodbye.
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Into the Deep
PoetryInspired by stories of women and love I love scenes that are tangled And wrapped in cryptic form of uncertainty. And to which, by the sea, with my pen Under the setting sun I caught myself helpless to the deep of its light. Use of these pieces (or...
