i.
I didn't peg you to be much of a practical joker. But April Fools to me, I guess, because with three short words and eight simple letters, I'd become the puppet and you, my puppeteer.
ii.
These days I find myself hiding behind webs of heartbreak, trying to hold my smile like a broadsword, but I never learnt how to hold a weapon; so I've been forced to wear the scars left on my heart like trophies made of armor instead
iii.
I've learnt the hard way that sometimes, crying is necessary. Tears coating my skin like a band aid trying to soothe the wound of a broken heart. But life works in ways we don't expect and maybe to make room for an ocean of smiles, we first have to cry a river of tears.
iv.
And if I could, I would pluck every star from the sky and plant them in your eyes so you'd never have to live in darkness again.
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stardust & silk
Poetrya series of poetry i've written throughout the years that somehow comes together to tell a story