For if my walls could talk,
And my pillows sing,
You would hear countless memoirs and lullabies,
Of a broken heart and a shattered soul,
Stories of a lass, who loved the darkness that hid the tears she cried,
Her fist in her mouth,
Stifling her sobs that begged to see the light
You would see the truth of a well built facade that came off every night,
As I whispered nightmares into blank spaces.
- A.A
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Thơ Ca||Poetry|| I built my own Paris, Just to watch it crumble down And yet I tried again, Mind fixated on a fantasy That spoke of wings and fairy tales #164 ranking in poetry 9/1/2021 #149 ranking in poetry 9/2/2021 #72 ranking in poetry 9/4/2021 #55 ra...
