Lip stained satin
In September skies
Through the willow's tears
We see the stars
Lavender perfume
In lavish heat
the night is long
My soul is weak
Sleeping in the clouds
Asleep in the skies
It's so loud
All your distant cries
Calling down to you
Stay if you care
Calling up to me
Life isn't fair
Beneath the stars
Don't shed a tear for me
I'm not so far
Don't weep for me
Why are the most beautiful things the cruelest
Why are you so beautiful my dearest
Where had you been
Trying to find yourself
Being who you really are
I think you've gone too far
Don't leave me now
Ne me quitte pas
Calling up to me
Go on your way
Calling down to you
I'll find you someday
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SCHISMS
PoetryA collection of wounds disguised as poems SCHISM /ˈs(k)izəm/ noun plural noun: schisms a split or division between strongly opposed sections or parties, caused by differences in opinion or belief. The world torn apart. Poetry to heal the wounds. Th...
