Crevice in the heart,
The junction of two chimerical worlds,
Rejected, neglected, abandoned,
Wandering aloud,
Until they merit another soul, they will fly.
Underlining the impossibilities, disillusioned,
Briefly worded in shades of tears,
Salty ink spilled on white,
Unsullied, untouched.
A poem unfinished,
In the hands of wild winds,
Carried across mountains, oceans,
Love unripe, green,
Taken from the river of life and death,
Thousand promises away,
Followed by the hordes of words,
They didn't want to hear nor say
Back to the black,
To the oblivion.
✒
For the love that never got the chance to bloom.
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Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
