There's a part of her soul
that she keeps hidden
for it is now a dried withered leaf
being life riddenA little hope
that's all it wished for
a twinkle in her dark sky
someone out there to adore
her and help her copeNo bursts of dawn
appeared and drawn
to the darkness
she let go of herself
to the eternity
of melancholia
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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...