Who would deny the grief of losing amongst this smiled upon world?
One.
It's the blankness.
How you stare at nothingness with a drizzled mind carved of nothing; how you speak so slowly but no syllable comes out as the result of shivering; how the air is suddenly a thousand shades darker with no dots of lighting; how you shrink so low in the edge of everything.
But it's alright, darling. No one has the ability to make a promise of you smiling. Though, that doesn't mean no one has the ability of getting you out of your grieving, okay?
--g.c
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Here's A Flower For You [Poetry]
Poetry"Who would deny the longing stare on one's eyes when they gaze at you lovingly?" A book of poetries and poems.