There's so much I can see in your eyes,
The struggle of past and pretty little lies.
There's so little that I can control,
Of my fleeting, flying, deracinating soul.
Oh, dear human, no matter how hard you try,
I can hear you cry.
Because pain is thing which can be seen,
Between you and me, and the spaces in between.
Because pain speaks,
When no one does,
It breaks,
And tears,
And struggles,
And hammers;
And it leaves you incomplete,
In a line you've tried to rhyme,
What do you say of such a thing,
Which always, shamelessly crosses the line? :)
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1.09.18
10:50 p.m.
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YOU ARE READING
Love. Lucency. Lassitude.
PoetryL is for love. L is for lucency. L is for lassitude. Poems about love, life and the world at large. 1. Second place in poetry - The Grand Dame awards 2019 🔥 2. Winner of the Creative Minds Awards 2018 (3rd position, poetry) 🔥 3. Honourable me...
