look at her,
following along like a lost soul;
trying her best
to remain content,
but the swarming thoughts
are hard to control;
washed away pain isn't completely gone,
it's only a temporary pause button;
the shore leaves behind
trinkets and vines
that are unwanted memories
of all the ruckus;
there's a reason the saying goes
real eyes realize real lies;
instead of blinded eyes open
to see their demise
yet, your eyes were closed through the hurt,
painfully tight; and if you shall open them,
you'll witness your fear at all its might
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sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
