❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 ;
Dare I stutter ,
Words that they utter ,
Out their mouths they flutter .
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 ;
That sacred word ,
To indicate that they've heard ,
Their words that I've yearned .
𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 ;
The sentences I speak ,
Making it seem that I'm weak ,
Like I'm a person so meek .
𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 ;
As I proceed to further crack ,
This hole on my back ,
As I've long agreed that I lack .
𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 ;
Inside worlds that're complete ,
Complete and wherein they sleep ,
As they don't see me deplete . ❞
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𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞
Poetry❝ Within the heatwave of the burning inferno, Once a lively heart beating, now melted from heat. What used to be vibrant colours of summer painted, Became a sloppy canvas of frigid hues, Of life's essence beginning to fragment; Portraits of memories...
