TWENTY-ONE
a second thought in your heart
Do not be surprised
when you crack open
my chest to collect your prize,
and all of the flowers have been
picked and plucked,
and gone through.
My cage lays a victim to robbery,
what could be swept and taken
without a second thought.
― They do not grow back.
If you're a Harry Potter fan, what is your Hogwarts house?
𐎀 I'm a Hufflepuff! Went back & forth on it for awhile, because I feel like I share traits in both Hufflepuff & Ravenclaw, but overall, I fit in Hufflepuff the best!
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
