Nothing but solitude,
Fortified silence.
The dull drumming of her quaking heart,
Pushes her chest to move.
Up and down,
The only single visible sign of life.
She sat in the monochromatic room,
In shades of blue,it could not have defined her life better.
The eerily loneliness crept over her,
Like a python capturing its prey.
It stalks quietly,
Until it gets an opportunity.
It pounces,
Squeezing the life out of her.
Slowly ,
She lost the ability to breath.
She was eventually just a corpse,
Feeding the silence with her existence.
Until she met him,
A unique cliche of events pushed the bounds of their friendship.
Inseparable yet entirely independent,
They thrived off of each other's differences.
It was never love.
It was far beyond that.
A platonic relationship,
Quickly developed into an inexplicable connection between souls.
He turned her monochromatic room,
Into a mansion of exotic bursts of colour.
Each moment with him,
Created a new room.
With each room ,
Came its own new extensive introduction to the world of diversified connectivity.
Difficult to explain,
More so to experience.
His touch warmed her lifeless soul,
Somehow reversing the pythons deadly intentions.
He sent blood through her veins again,
It pumped through her with new purpose.
Her managed to run his fingers over the cracks in her heart,
Always knowing which were in need of being filled.
And he filled her with his words to,
His poetic lips touched her everywhere a physical kiss never could.
He helped her,
More than he would ever know.
Her solitude,
No longer a fortified silence.
Rather a countdown,
Till he yet again coloured her world.
~Dedicated to my best friend ~
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
