It was as if she wrote with her tears
The more there were, the more she wrote
Her words were meaningless without them
For the letters were glued together by them
It soaked the page
The ink now formed colourful shapes
She was glad she didn't read the lines
For it spelt the truth
The truth she'd gladly forget
For time didn't heal wounds
The memories didn't fade
Everything just left a hole
An empty void within her...
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Golden Hues
PuisiI've come to realise that I can express my emotions through words better than actions, be it anger or love, joy or sadness. I am not sure if everyone would be able to relate to my poems but even if it touches you in any tiny way possible, I'm glad I...
