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Spilling
like ink from my mouth,
like black teardrops from my eyes
dripping
d r i p p i n g
d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
onto paper,
drying, like the tears on my cheeks,
smudged
by my hand as I write,
hurriedly
overlapping
overthinking
like my thoughts in the middle of the night
with my little
˗ˏˋ l a m p ˎˊ˗
illuminating my dark brown eyes,
pupils round,
determined
terrified
flushed face,
with streaks of ink.
I picture this lump of paper
burning
burning
b u r n i n g
ashes disappearing
dying dying dying
hard work rejected.
A part of him
and a part of me,
also
gone in a blink.
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— february 12th 2019 —
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choking on flowers // sad poems
Poetry"quiet words, loud thoughts. hurt body, big heart." //WARNING: DEPRESSING THEMES// This is an original poetry collection addressing depression, sadness, love, loss, nostalgia and echoing the transience and lonesomeness of existence. Poems, short sto...
