Sadness colours the hollows of my eyes,
An empty silence fills the gaping hole meant for our conversations.
Your personality is made up of cheap plastic,
Durable yet harmful.
Those contradictions you've always made,
Was it just to fit in?
Losing your own identity is a crisis itself,
Letting it go is a tragedy.
Cultivating the flower isn't of any use if I'm in this alone,
Its overshadowed by skepticism and won't blossom.
Trust is no longer a something I'm willing to bet,
After all,
Who knows,
It becomes a fatal card played against me,
And I'll lose even more.
Being a stepping stone wasn't what I wanted,
The ship sails on choppy waters and we should stop.
At least before it crashes and sinks with only me on board.
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Lost
Poetry" for all eternity, she was blind. But what she could see, was far beyond eyesight could view. " A couple of on the spot one shots and poems, and a fanfic or two. please tell me the artist of the cover if you know! I'll credit him/her! Updated b...
