Inside her ribcage city,
lies a heart hotel..
Imbued are the lungs
with your aroma..
mizzled are the rooms,
with your laughter's hue
hidin' her cold winters far below..
You can hear the closin' doors,
the indelible conversations
and the footprints on the floors..
As she bled unavowed words,
from her fingers
Stare as they fell from,
the depths inside
Until the paper beneath her,
was smothered
Abidin' you in the lyrics,
that lingers'..
Limn are the portraits of thy,
scrutinised is the enigmatic beauty
that lies..
To what, those words remain futile
but the sheets left nowhere to hide
that she'd keep bottled inside..
Here's to her 24/7,
In the world that still pursues 11:11!❤
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