Tulips on graves, frost in the breezes
Standing there, talking to the spirits
Swirling to echoes of you in woods
Dribbled wine of memories of yours
Tears slip down like ice on the floor
Death perils by things we laughed for
Innocence of yours jigging in words
Every memory is the sound of birds
Hope you're free now that you fled
Sealing you into diaries of my head
YOU ARE READING
𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。
Poetry"My Smile's Crumbling" is a poignant collection weaving threads of melancholy and fragility. Each poem delves into the weak architecture of the human spirit, exploring moments of fracture. Through verses that influence raw emotion, it navigates the...
