she's a fata morgana appears in visions of those who needed escape but another time, she's just another forgotten dream
she's like a song available in every mood but when those tunes end all that's left is silence between songs slowly fading away within the wind
she loves forests just to take a walk beneath those dimmed sunlight petrichor reminds me of her she's a part of the forest
she loves words so much that her thoughts are filled with books and she loves to travel inside those libraries sometimes, i have to call her out or she'll be forever lost
people asks, where her heart is i never answer nobody would understand anyway cause her heart is a locked gate and the key is somewhere beneath the ground in a never ending forest
i always hate those insists people never listen do they? even if you opened the gate there's still a labyrinth shaped infinity, with poetry carved on it's wall and those unread books in her libraries
people asks how could i understand her
i said i dont, i never did i only knew the title of the book the slightest smell of her the least clue a murderer left
the day when someone understands her will be the day the earth f a d e s a w a y
— random thoughts of a particular girl
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F U N F A C T this poem is actually the first one I've ever written and is the one that keeps me writting :)
p.s :: although pardon me for it's suckness cuz yeah i realized it is far from perfect XD
