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I had not opened my window,
For so long
I have not known what blue is like, like the sky
I have not smelled the blooming flowers of spring
I had not opened my window,
I locked myself in
I refuse to make conversations with the birds that knocks
I don't allow myself to touch the rain
It has been a while,
And it has always been dark
Using my best endeavors to keep it shut,
Thinking that losing the light would make me the spark
And I believed it for so long,
That I had almost forgotten what orange is like
All I remember is that it was the color of the sunset,
that raging spirit, that soul that strives for success
That horizon line at the end of every battle, every wound, and every fight
And just before that kiss of that cold evening,
And that silent torture of the night
I am scared of what's coming uninvited,
Something that will lose everything I know
And I am scared to admit that I lay weak
Because all this time, this was never about opening a window.
~nez
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Poetry" Poetry, dedicated to the fallen lovers, the broken friendships, and letters I could not send to someone. Poetry dedicated to you, dedicated to the aching hearts and the healing ones. Poetry for those who has their minds embellished with the thoug...
