Maddy and Chant fell off a tree
knees hit ground
Wounds and bruises all around
that was the first time ever
We experienced somber
And then we brought it along
In our chests every dawn
At dusk is when we feel peace
Not like we're tearing piece by piece
That's how we've been always
And it's perfectly alright to part ways
Until they came into our lives
Turning our insides to hives
Lettuce and Jasper
Brought us comfort and wonder
There is so much more than late nights
So much for than bright screen lights
We thought it was forever
Assumed it won't be soon so over
But they left us bereft
After they've done theft
To our hearts and stepped on it
Mercilessly and not regret it
So we have to let go
Go on with this miserable show
Maybe find importance in the process
At the end we'll make progress
But definitely not today
Not tonight when we still pray
That maybe they'll come back
Maybe they'll turn around and see the cracks
On our chests they attacked
With spears coated with lies
Sweet words covered with mites
Storms plotting our demise
As if it wasn't enough we cry
Every dusk our pillows soak then dry
For now let's stay here
Remain under the comfort so dear
Hiding under mountains of blankets of fear
Skin desperate for shears
Unable to connect with our peers
Sticking our blades in to hear
What the monster is singing inside this time
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Tacenda ➵ poems
PoetryTacenda (Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence. - all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-