Outside the window
Life is moving
Through her blank stares
Only she knew
She loves
She loved
She lived...
Through pain
Starring at the setting sun
Blinding
Hurting
Gracefully
When will this love
Ever revert?
She had so much love to give
Just no one to pour
She always caught first
Somehow
She was always last
Is it not enough reason
To stop giving yourself
Completely
To a love
That will only tear you?
Mess you
Numb you
Cut you
Til it traumatize you
Mia Bella
05.06.2024
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Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
