Emerald orbs that see through any facade
As the Nightingale sings it's Ballard.
I fail to know how such beauty shows no woe, will you acknowledge my admiration or let me fall from depravation. I call to you my eyes burning with tears, but you do not answer and I realize that our love was never true, breaking apart the walls of the fortress of my trust,as you unravel
The mundane tapestry that is my heart.
Now void of emotion as I regret each moment I thought we'd be more, as eternal love we swore alas each second I spend regret grows fonder as you become my torment. You walk away never looking back and I begin to question all I lost and all I lack.
Your memory leaves me scared and in pain, but I know I must've been a strain and my heart quakes at the thought of my possible misdeed and my flaws proceed. I wonder in awe as betrayal on my heart begins to gnaw.
Thanks for reading
This one lightly sheds some light on my underlying abandonment issues and
My utter frustrations as one of my "imaginary" friends or Better yet one of the voices that aided my loneliness
Stopped speaking to me
Wow looking back on this I was really sad and it felt like I was forgetting someone I knew but had never met
A face doesn't come to mind but the eyes were a recurring factor in a lot of my dreams
Have a good day and stay safe 🖤
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Mephisto's Anthology
Thơ caa collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
