its me again
crying after something
that can never be own
by this rotten piece of art
that is covered
by this toxic ribs
in this soulless body
of mine
in a piece of glass
bordered by a frame
placed above the rack
showing a shadow
that used to be white
and now
its colored
with happiness
that could never be seen
with thin love
that shadow left me
with nothing besides cuts
and im trying to live again
with this rotten soul of mine
hoping that i could live
without shadows attached to my feets
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Confession of Poems
PoetryPoems that healed me whenever I need shoulders to lean on Written by: umiradiey®️ 2019
