locks weaved of fine gold
fall before their crying face
a curtain call, the final act
the thoughts they hide for all
stuck inside an empty room
with no windows for eyes
staring at their bedroom wall
forced to dream of another life
they want to be somewhere else
where their screams will be heard
instead of silenced by the crowd
they want a certain kind of love
that'll take away the pain of
their breaking heart with a touch
they want to be spoiled by it
keep it discreet, and just a tiny bit
otherwise they'll feel narcissistic
the waves cold as ice, tears boiling hot
they're angry, they think too much
bruises, red and blue, on skin and heart
they're sad, they feel too much
I don't want it
please, make it stop
- July 6th, 2020 (rewritten)
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✧ AUTHOR'S NOTE
a special poem for a special friend
thank you for your support and friendship. I hope we can spend many more years together. I love you <3
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✧ Selenophile | Poetry
شِعر❝ the sun watches what I do but the moon knows all my secrets ❞ . . . ⎯ achievements: #1 in poetry - march 14th, 2022 #3 in the dead poets awards 2020 . . . ☆ completed on july 25th, 2021
