Big smiles and scattered glances.
Hollow eyes and broken smiles, haunted glances.
Irritated souls line the halls of a once busy home.
The air is heavy with contempt for we are all useless.
Thus we wait in sombriety as the realization is upon us.
We cannot help.
Sometimes the best thing a flower can do for us is die.
Although the loss of such beauty is heartbreaking and profound.
We may find promise of a new day beyond such grievances.
Too long ago I should have sat down the phone, answered the same question ten times.
Because you never know when air will fail to grace lips.
We will sit side by side in limbo as long as we may.
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Things never said
PoesíaPoetry written by a lost soul at different points in my life. I hope to get feedback and I hope that you'll enjoy 😊 as reading please keep in mind that I am a novice poet with a soul full of words that can only glimpse into what I may be feeling bu...
