Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]

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n.u ( after the winter)

behind those eyes, behind them

There's a father who spiritually died

I'm the name of whole, things have fallen

Apart and you are beginning to depart

elegant curves against the lines of written destiny

Bullets tipped with vanity scale your household

because the blood of his Pain is on my hands again

and I can't seem to control the whimpers of guilt

As you mutter and flutter, the sense I don't understand

Your runaway song, the one you sing to your half brothers as the

Sun sets, sing that to me, blinding me under your charm

you and him define me as the one crafted by unwanted pity

As I gaze to the horizon the urges to run and leave the whole package

Behind haunts the seconds till we meet again

Awfully unsatisfied you are in your attempts to set the sun

Why don't you take that pen and draw up a list of your ex lovers instead?

For it would give me peace runners may finally be able to settle