ɪɪ | sᴀʟʟᴇs ᴅᴇ ɪᴠʏ
There is another way
Its name dares not to be spoken
She's seen most of her colleagues face such disarray
And how it affects the lives they have chosen
She's heard countless of prayers
Question after question, a hope for a revelation
Yet she sees they are still hesitant, wallowing in their own despairs
Aware of their possible desertion
She's witnessed those who bravely took the other way
And others who force themselves to stay to where they 'must' be
But can they stay
If their heart beats to a sound the flock does not agree?
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sᴀʟʟᴇs ᴅᴇ ɪᴠʏ (ʜᴀʟʟs ᴏғ ɪᴠʏ) ɪs ᴀ sᴜʙ-ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀᴅʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ᴀʟᴍᴀ-ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀ/s.
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Bottled
Poetry"I've kept all beautiful things inside this bottle, those of which are my feelings-each blissful and crushing one." A series of words to express the inexpressible.
