autumn makes my petals fall
while i'm still waiting for summer;
i have a sunflower for head
and a ball of dirt for heart
in the middle of the dark
without the sun
my lips are chapped and faded,
dehydrated
petals keep withering
because of the lake of sunlight
i am losing my beauty
i am losing my light,
so pick me up and adore me
...
well, if you still can
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the beautiful side of misery ¦ pink
Poetryart is nothing more than the way we have to express how beauty looks through our eyes but art, the real, purest and most captivating form of art is finding beauty where nobody else can so i slipped through the most morbid corners of my guts to portr...
