Heavy with regret
Burdens on your breath
Which the mind mournfully echoes
In the empty corridors
Gentle sighs
Although our marks are firm
Smiles plastered on
Grinning widely at the other
And yet.
Our sighs betray us
A crack in the perfect composure
To be drowned out by the
Noise of the howling wind
Our sighs are physical manifestations
The tears in our hearts
The scars we hide
The flaws that can never fade
Oh what cruel lives we lead
Burdens straining and breaking
Our fragile bony shoulders
Threatening to shatter our souls
So much like butterflies' wings
Beautiful, but breakable
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
