Silver flakes spread above my head
as I sway away from my dismay.
You wouldn't believe all the times
I've given my tears to the silent night.
So many wrongs hide in the rights,
my heart cannot handle another fight.
I paused to catch my breath.
That's when I heard the wind whisper to the bay, "We're all broken pieces in the dark, without any means to stay alive." At least I have a reason to keep opening my eyes.
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Yearn To Touch | Poetry Book #1
PoetryThe walls guarding your heart will crumble down to the bone. And all that shall remain are the cracks and chips upon the beating surface. Drop by drop your emotions and desires will bleed. But know that you must tumble and fall before learning to st...