She's the cure I wished
for my aching heart.
Aching, from the numerous
fatals I've experienced
in this world,
of black and white,
somehow surviving,
in the dark gray.selfish is what I am,
hopelessly hoping,
that she would flourish
my heart, my body, and my soul,
with all the colors
of the paradise
that I saw in her soul.but by bringing her into my world,
I sucked all the colors out from her soul,
and left her with nothing but nothingness.
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...