The sky flourished with blues pinks and purples and the illuminated clouds were scattered across like stars
The ground littered with flowers and plants as the stream was softly glistening and bathing in the colours
There stood a woman
Her smile was bright like that of the sun that provided us
yet her eyes were dark like space that surrounds us
The words she spoke calculated and movements thought and planned, the fear within planted firmly inside her
"It is a nice view" she commented, her mouth slightly pointed upward but her eyes dull from the salty tears
"However the demons that lay beneath call to me-" she cried "telling me unforgivable lies that hurt me deeply"
"My wings take me to magical places where my heart roams freely, yet when i return i lock it up again like an animal
"I fear that if i were to let it roam it would be battered by the few i so adore"
"Their words hurt me yet they never see the knife they wield wedged within me."
She takes her phone from her pocket and stares with tears welling within her eyes, the screen broken and cracked
The woman takes her phone
chucks it into the tree
And it shatters into a billion tiny shards, each of them flying away into different areas.
Her wings reappear, and she flies off.
Never to be seen again.
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Fly me to the Moon
And let me play among the stars,
Let me know what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars.
In other words
Hold my hand
In other words
Baby kiss me
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Colourful Covers; Monochrome Pages
Poetrythough the cover is colourful the pages are black and white. [hello this is just some experimental vent poetry from someone who bottles their emotions up too much. sorry if its terrible.]
