Sing to me
a solemn mourning,
a requiem to the past,
speak in tongues of passion
that will never stay to last,
break the ice with
pallid promises,
wrought on the
wings of a prayer
that may soothe and comfort
this hollowed heart
if it was delivered with
the utmost care,
yet there is
unapologetic confusion
in the way you deliver
your sweet lies,
and we will always be just an echo
of goodbyes and grey skies.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
