Within her,
You'll see messy streets
A deafening silence
And lethal thoughts
Yet she still calls it serene,
When she lost her own tranquility
She acted collected
Just like what she always do
But inside that four corners,
There was signs of struggle
Strands of hair on the floor
Stains of blood in that piece of cloth she have
Lifeless eyes, unfold blankets
Soundless cries
Continuous drops of water running down through her cheeks
Yet she still acts untroubled,
Afraid of the sight
Sight of how fragile she is
Sight of how disarrayed she is
Her own solitude comforts her
However, it crosses her mind
How nice it is
To have someone's ears
The shallow nights she spends
Are inescapable
The hushed sobs she freed
Are barely noticeable
She endures everything
Yet she calls it frail
A blurry vision
Mouth closed
How things changed so abruptly
How she got more empty
Will always be unexplainable
But maybe, she was really meant to be
Shallow.
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CZYTASZ
Songs of Stories
RomansPlain thoughts, poems, one-shot stories made by me. I'm going to express myself here and maybe, share it to everyone here :) Plagiarism is a crime and this is going to be my safe place. Be humane and respect it. Taking screenshots or stealing whatev...
