You never complain.
Young soul you'll burst
Holding onto thy words
thinking, they're downfalls
Keep silent
Not a word uttered
Stay tearful
Inside thy heart battered
And rosy leafs,
wilting slowly ,
dimmed light ,
and soon dying wholly.
Truths melting
lost in haze
spoken weren't thy downfall
but how we neither heard nor cared.
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Nirvana
PoesiaShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
