I gave you a hand to hold on
Then why did you choose to drown me?
I gave you a hope to live on
Then why did you choose to clown me?
You roved together with joy
I befriended walls as my grieving partner
You laughed being my decoy
Knew your name, but you're still a foreigner
I gave you a shoulder to cry
Then why did you choose to fracture me?
I gave you a map to the high
Then why did you choose to capture me?
Maroon tinted bleeding eyes
I chose feelings, getting turned into rust
Like albatrosses in disguise
You were the eagles, piercing my trust
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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...
