At this moment, she's breathing,
Trying to unleash all the kept hurting.
Without absolute reason, still crying,
They say, when you do it, the pain is lifting.
All she wants to do is to cry,
Up all night with the company of a sigh.
Can't sleep but still going to try,
Until there's a change in the colors of the sky.
Here we go again with this kind of war,
Where the reasons behind are still far.
Trying to reach for that one star
Where all answers are being laid afar.
x,
Harmony
091919
11:37 pm
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Keepsakes
Poetry"How can I loosen these tangled thoughts? How do I get rid of this wary feeling? Should they be freed or should they be wrought?"
