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Unknown Time.
P.S Can you feel the words?
"Where to paint these secrets of mine?
Not a single blank canvas meets my dry eyes.
No a single word falls from these parted lips;
Only silence pours out. Only stillness is felt.
The eyes close, darkness is seen,
A sensation is felt, of falling, being lost.
And in a single moment, it all breaks away;
Pain had different sides, I never knew.
What else to trace? My fingers ache.
Memories still linger, on my soft skin.
Tears, sinful, wanting to leak,
But not a single does.
All is dry. All aches.
Until it goes away, that too, yes.
What comes next, can't be felt.
A numbness, heavy, wrapper around
this little heart, wrapped a little too tight,
Leaving me tangled with things,
I can not write about.
A million thoughts, rise from nowhere.
Drowning me, washing all the traces away,
Of a golden glitter, perhaps of a dream now
broken, what is it, that is left?
What else to break? Where else to ache?
All feels like nothing. Darkness blinds again.
Again I fall. Again, no one catches.
And yet still, inside, these secrets of mine.
Beg to be painted, somewhere, somehow.
And my eyes blink, no tear rushes out.
My lips sigh, not a single word gets heard.
I wrap those around me.
Emotions, thoughts, secrets.
I call myself a mess, this is who I am.
Wild and free one moment. But trapped the next.
Bathed in light for once, until darkness pulls again.
Broken in one moment, and more the next.
And yet the pieces always, somewhow, fix themselves.
I yearn to speak. To let my lips whisper.
And to let my eyes cry. But all I do,
Is heave a little sigh."
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Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poesia*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...
