Veil
Borrowed hearts, beginning through stolen glances
A healing feeling through heart-brokenness
In the midsummer air, the lingering question of yes
Those rose tinted glasses, blinding us to all the darkness
An infidelity between the was and now, with then
The burn of a desiring fire, and it's warm coziness
Like heart and hurt, almost the homonyms
Lifely is the feeling, even when it leaves us breathless
My feelings wrapped in a white shroud, ending in a white veil
To feel happy and complete, it's the sadness I always feel
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Scarred Pages
PoetryBarren lands of heartbreaks, inscribed with words like wounds and painted with emotions like bruises, depicts the heart of a Poetess. Scarred pages can be conceptualised as those unaddressed letters buried under dust in a drawer, written solely to t...
