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A/N: I cried when I wrote this.
Yes, I'm aware of the girl who bathes in the sky's tears
The grief she holds remains for the living
She stares at heaven, begging for a window to end it all
Yet hope she'll never stop giving.
Yes, she's obscure on humanity's desires
Unbeknownst to opportunism flooding her world
All her endeavors remain fruitless
In making the lives of others pearled
Yes, she'll wipe your tears with her tattered hands
Even though her own are long forgotten
Her eyes sparkle when she sees you smile
Despite her life still staying dull and misbegotten
The water that drenched her soul
Brings you solace and pleasure
Your memory eludes her face
Even if she was earth's greatest treasure
Never tell me her kindness left you unaffected
Her care was, all in all, universal
Beauty fades but she's as clear as a dewdrop
In the thoughts which avoid dispersal
Her hair flows in a windless faith
Simply existing as a means to an end
Her lips are stained with her heart's blood
Her skin radiates warmth which you'll never send
Yes, I knew the girl in love through the years
How she was nothing but a discardable muse
A source of lessening alleviation, and I loved her
But I was always meant to lose
Did you like it?
Did you hate it?
Or
Did you want to kill me?
*Chris Evans voice* Be honest, Be honest
YOU ARE READING
The Tortured Poets Department ( Juliet's Version )
PoetryTake me to the lakes where all the poets went to die...
