//And when
my eyes were moistened
With the lashing down of hurt
They weren't mere tears
You chose to comment on.
My heart also bled
With the blood of pain
Piercing though
That every void which stayed
When you forever left//
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
