Woe loves Me
Two hundred sunsets later,
I smiled.
War has ended, the war is over.
How elated a girl was at sun rise.
Deceived.
Injection of melancholy.
I relapsed again,
Blithe, you failed me.
Cramped on the floor,
So numb and sore.
I find home in woe,
Woe comes back to me.
You don't.
Woe loves me,
You don't.
Woe comes back to me.
- TLS
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoetryI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
