I prayed for a blue moon.
To come down, for the first time,
To grace the cracked space in my heart,
To heal and listen to the sound of my broken soul,
To hear the echoes of my soundless voice.
I bled out of white dusts.
With my charred heart blowing wisps to the starry night,
With my broken bones shattering into an endless pieces that I can't even imagine,
With my weak limbs trying to grasp for the higher sky.
Oh darling, how broken my heart is,
That even those angels up there,
Can't piece them back together now.
-d.h
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sink and drown
Поэзияa collection of heartbreaking poems. "fates are cruel but we are even crueler for not trying." -d.h
