At it again.
Scratching the delicate
bleeding hearts out
and stabbing innocents.
At it again.
Angling pointed ears
aching to hear
and aching from their bleed.
Loud trials
but angry
mislead misleading
so their boat sinking heavily.
At it again.
out in the air
twisted truths out and ugly.
edging to hear closely
and stain her heart with cruelty.
At it again
the story of a family
So lovely , bits falling
and trying
but
oh so poorly.
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Nirvana
PoesíaShe 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...
