Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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It was a wild gamble I threw, Without weighing the sides Now I'm so confused always As to what this silence hides
Silences might not be literal But it does feel like a gap still I might not seem like scattered But I do require the power of the will
Bits and pieces here and there, An aftermath of the explosion How could I define what I feel, When this time it's a different emotion
I can't say much to you, I can't hold you back either, Because I'm no one to stake a claim, But I'd be happy if you come back hither
Coming back means coming as a whole, I don't want a part of you, Handed out to me just so to appease, I say a lot I know but I feel much too.
Everyone needs time to heal, But I believe no hurt is so bad, I go ahead in life, looking back hoping that You'd notice, but you don't, so sad
But then like you've always taught me, To hope and never give up, ever I still continue to care and wish just so, Our redefined relationship's connection doesn't sever
