There's a dull ache,
throbbing in the midst of my chest,
and I don't know what it is,
but it feels like there's a dozen twigs
cramping my chest
and constantly poking holes through my heart.
I feel like I've swallowed a thousand forests
and the birds are punishing me
for taking away their homes.
I'm sorry, it's always my fault, I'm sorry.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
