Things that fall
Water
Snowflakes
Petals
And me, into the void
The beat of the heart can't compare to the drip of the tears
And yet
And yet
And
Yet
The call of the one you yearn for most lifts up even the most broken of spirits
The whisper of the joy-bringer brings light to the world
The warm smile of thee brings hope to drive out despair
And
So
It
Stops
The pain lifts
If only for a while
But then it returns
Drip
Dripping
Dropped
The tears fall
The emptiness retakes its rightful place
The red flower blooms from silver once more
The shattered gaze back
And the walls return
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Hey guys. I decided to try a different type of poem today, I'm not sure how good it is but I hope it speaks meaning nonetheless.
Anyways, I hope the rest of you are having a better day that I am.
Until next time,
~©@$$/@
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
