Hollow as a tea-less cup,
she stumbles upon nothingness.
Her head down low, their hopes high up,
the fool puts her heart to the test.
Will you survive tomorrow,
or must you make the night last longer?
Those sheets would never hide your sorrow,
so why not rest on a stranger's shoulder?
Adeline, sweet Adeline,
such naivete brings you nowhere.
Why not try to seek things that hide?
Would that not make pain disappear?
Will you survive tomorrow,
or must you not let night out of sight?
Will you return the eyes you borrowed,
or must you run and bathe in spite?
Adeline, sweet Adeline,
why stumble upon nothingness?
For even without words, you're fine,
so why not rest, till you feel less,
and less,
and less.
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Shallow Depths
PoetryThe voices that have seemed so small and words we've always left alone are ones of which when we merge all will paint the scenes to eyes unknown. - ♪ - My first poetry collection in Wattpad. No specific themes and topics, all random. [Please read...
