I shine like death when collecting souls
They were once filled with light
Light that contained joy and hope
Now dead and void of happiness and love.The light dims and the souls cry
Slowly crashing and too blind to their needs
Silence begins to speak
They call out but the vibrations drifts away.But if my soul unstitches its mouth and starts to speak,death will hand it back and it will echo throughout my mind.
-SJ
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Words For The Soul
PoesiaHere's the journey of a girl who has evolved from heartbreak and sadness to love and happiness. Words from the soul are a collection of poems and thoughts I've written down and am finally comfortable enough to share. It tells stories of how I battle...