‡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞
𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚃
i’ve been trying to fill this blank canvas
distorted crumpled sheets under my bed
while watching dancing trees so green as grass
then memories came rushing in my head.
i’m just a lovely girl before you came
who seeks for love—attention that you gave
and when you've said our feelings were the same,
you didn't know you dig yourself a grave.
you entered recklessly into my path
while you dart me those sorrows—i’d received
you never knew my stabs were from my wrath
how silly of you think that i’m deceived.
so lovely i felt when you took the bait,
regrets into whimpers but it's too late.
“𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶—𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙.”
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Poetry: Her Untold Phantasm
PoetryJust a compilation of my thoughts-written by the art of poetry.
