What a tragic night to remember.
The midnight's whisper still echoes, a mournful sigh that won't subside. My soul, once full of light, now dwindles like a fading ember.
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Beyond the Blue Moon
The very first piece I will be writing,
From a note without such meaning.
As romance once bloomed in our backyard,
To end up like a corpse in the graveyard.
I'm afraid to feel this way again; I really do.
Thinking of many trials, my eyes turning blue.
My fragmented glass, no way to reassemble.
Will jump again so recklessly for the fall.
Then, I met a guy with unplanned plans.
Limitless limits, moving the chairs to dance.
Why are you being nice to me? I don't deserve it.
I'm a poison ivy in a patch of Daisy soon to wilt.
I'll introduce every part of me, young stranger.
Stealing cars, two crimes as partners in danger.
In this last moment, our hearts entwine,
As tomorrow's dawn marks a separate line.
In solitude, my soul grieves deeply and for so long.
A lonely echo lingers in somber leaves that don't belong.
But whatever this will end up, at least I feel it again.
At least once, dancing on the blue moon again.
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The echoes of that night continue to weave a tangled web of memories, each thread a painful reminder of what I've left behind.
And as the silence screams with secrets, I'm left to face the shadows within...
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elle's scrapbook
PoetryJoin Elle on her journey through young adulthood as she confronts the complexities of growing up. This poetry collection delves into her personal struggles, exploring fragile realms of identity, relationships, fading passions, and the unsettling fee...
