my melancholy mind
it tells me things
things i wish
would not be thought.
my melancholy heart
it tells me things
things i wish
would not be felt.
my melancholy soul
turns black
from the thoughts
from the feelings
that consume me
it turns so black
that it dies
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PoetryA collection of short poems ~ ♡ ~ the words of a weary, beaten soul who wishes to share her poems with the world
