( Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding, but nothing ever stops you leaving)
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In the sea of faces, I'm but a shadow cast,
My intentions pure, though they never seem to last.
Misunderstood, misjudged, unseen in my plight,
Striving to do good, yet fading from sight.
Each word I speak carries an unheard refrain,
Lost in the noise, disregarded in disdain.
My efforts, a beacon in the silent grey,
Met with indifference, fading away.
Every act of kindness, every heartfelt deed,
Goes unnoticed, like an unopened seed.
Amidst the judgment, in this world so severe,
I find solace in silence, hiding every tear.
Yet, in the stillness, a resilience unfurls,
A fragile hope that not even the world unfurls.
For in the darkest moments, when I stand alone,
I find strength in my heart, a spirit grown.
Ignored, misunderstood, and often judged,
I am but an unwritten stanza, barely nudged.
In this unending ballad, a mournful chord,
My existence remains in the unspoken word.
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🥀𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
PoetryIn the hush of twilight's gentle embrace, whispers of the heart weave their delicate grace. Untold stories unfurl in quiet reverie, painting dreams upon the canvas of destiny. Emotions dance in the soft glow of the night, like fireflies aglow in the...
