woebegone
your wicked words will
haunt me forever
like nightmares
in the dead of the night
like hidden scars beneath the skin
too deep to be healed
imprinted on my heart
impossible to forget
oh, you thought you broke me?
i can't deny you didn't
you really did do a great job
turning me into a woebegone
weeping for the forgotten times
but you see
tears are not forever
neither is the sadness
the heart has its ways of furbishing
the wounds have their way of vanishing
oh, yet I am a woebegone
- someone beset with melancholy
i suppose you might just say
there's a strength to it
an unknown charisma
one which builds me from within
lifts me from within
and makes me who I am
- much to your chagrin
~ Fia, the distracted
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Constellations
Poetry》Constellation (noun): A group of stars forming a pattern in the sky. ▶Just a collection of my (amateur) poems, written randomly on random topics, in random moods and at random places... **** ▶Highest Rank: #61 in poetry on 9th February, 2018 ▶Cover...
