her heart was scarred
yet she wore it on her sleeve
her soul was charred
and into the darkness, she grieved
it was her smile
that brightened the world
but the longing in her eyes,
those emotions that swirled
always went unnoticed
for nobody cared
and melancholy kissed
lips, that no one else dared
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La Vie Est Bleue ➸ Poetry
Poetrywhere words flow and end up as poems, that's the beauty of literature. and it's blue © 2020 Renesmee Stormer
