Everyday, I will myself to make
A world that I hate, just for your sake
I change into someone I have grown to fear
Lost my originality which was once dear
Our love is blinding and scaring me
I wish for it to bind yet set me free
This is a despondent funeral
Can a dead feeling be renewable?
My pride is the fall of us
The arguments thus
The unnoticed beauty in the fallout
It's melancholic yet joyful, there's no doubt
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Beloved Despondency
PoesiaA 10 part collection of poems narrating a story of a lover trying her best to keep her significantly ruthless other.
