rainbows, butterflies and everything after
chocolates, blankets, coats in the winter.
a child so sweet, so warm and so young
floats in a melancholic ocean, yet she remains unwrung.
absorbing the storm in her heart as she grows
festering wounds, crimson like a rose
winter has not ended, it has morphed into her
sun feels like snow, she drifts to a blur
growing up with storms incarcerated in her heart,
narrow lines she draws as she drifts apart.
for people who try to open her soul
only get blown away amidst it all.
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words i am unable to express
Poetryhere, i place the words i am unable to express. let this be my comfort zone, a place where i vent out all my hidden feelings. it won't necessarily touch hearts, it won't necessarily meet standards but it will be my place. where i lay and where i fe...
