meloncholy
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Glancing at stillness
I notice you raise
Lurking in low
transfixed by your gaze
Please do not cry when I die
nothing will stop it'll be still
But my life will end
just in a sigh
When I'm gone and
kept under the stones
Vines in between my palms
Clouded the thoughts of an unattainable scheme
Accompany a seemingly harmless pirouette
crashing to the tear soaked floor
In the already messed up nature of the world, she couldn’t find a Drop Of life.There was nothing in the pond, Nor on the shelf in her closet. Nothing.She stood alone in silence. Isolated. She never sat, because she had too much to do. Too much to
What makes me tick?
Where to even begin?
How can I reply when I can’t rely
On my own mind.
Exactly what kind
Of question requires a response to complex
It perplexes me, thoughts so convex
I miss the wind blowing through your hair,
the smile that creeps up and lingers,
Your eyes never quite meeting mine,
and the things you whisper so sweetly.
Pain draws me up inside,
When you breathe in the crisp morning, it is the color of the air.
When you shiver on a winter's night, it is the color of your lips.
When his fingers skirt across your bare back, it is the chill that zigzags through your veins
