It seems like
The more I talk,
The more the tongue withers...
As I focus on myself,
The bodies continue to fall...
All that I've spoken to...
Will leave only a pebble in the storm...
And if I'm lucky...
I will see their shadows disappears.
...
Whilst the wind brushes a light caramel sky...
After the tears have fallen like needles,
My skin will bleed a story for my words.
I sometimes forget,
How to let talk live in ashes...
Every time I speak,
My lips become hesitant...
And my teeth become rotten.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
