Visions of thyself
Not to be seen but to be felt;
Not on reflecting surfaces or within wounding words
But the boundless rogue of your heart
That sustains the love one needs for one's self.
The grey walls are built
Higher and deeper making you drown
In the cursed waters with bones that do not belong to you;
As the flesh rots, withers and transforms,
Slowly changing painfully into something beautiful.
Don't kill a mockingbird
With ideas that lead to destruction, wars and deaths.
Learn that the most beautiful people are the saddest
And let love embrace you for a lifetime,
Let it grow within the mysteries you kept.
Who do you thrive to be?
Why do you want to look like that?
Why run away from the frame you came in
And let it touch you for the last time?
Jeunet et jolie, Mon Amour
Is it better to love or die?
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ПоэзияA five-course written meal of poems, short stories, conflicting thoughts, unseen letters and AU imagines. Filled with fluttering heart moments, forgotten memories of nostalgia, an abyss of sadness, immersive happiness and treasured words. ~~ Sugges...
