Come,
there are still
other things
no one ever know
until you
cut me open
and holds
a lantern
inside my chest.
I hope you're not
afraid of my dark.
VOUS LISEZ
Solace and Solitude
PoésieThe sun tells me I'm alive, and that I have lived. But this is for the suicide of words I once wrote. I find something beautiful about it, and maybe even a bit lonely. I just hope it's calm under the waves of my oblivion. I hope to be the ache and s...
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Come,
there are still
other things
no one ever know
until you
cut me open
and holds
a lantern
inside my chest.
I hope you're not
afraid of my dark.
