We danced in an orchestrated waltz, oblivious to the stares—we were at our own concert, our own dance floor. The songs that once became our symphony turned into another static, so loud that I can longer tune it out but rather turn it off. Throughout the tears we've shed and the laughs, I thought that that the world beyond is vast.
You painted my canvass a combination of yellow and purple, the color of sunsets and sunrise. Little did I know that it's your subtle way of saying goodbye. Later that day, the same day that you gave me this magnificent painting, I went to the store and bought bottles of the same hue. There, I doused the canvass in blue in hopes of adding a little bit of me in the picture, yet it only turned into a mess.
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Silence Bleeds
Poesía"For in silence, our heart bleeds." This is a compilation of poems, short stories, and spoken word.
