No light shines brighter than this person's poems๐ ๐๐
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฌ๐บ, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ. <๐ฅ
Just finished "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" and...
Now i have depression.
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Guardian of twin blades
Precise cut ballerina,
With each indecisive cut
It's a verse cut from me.
Paper, blank canvas
Waiting to be expressed in words.
However, it's cut
By the guardian of twin blades.
Separated by lines of pain,
The paper sheds tears of euphoria.
Moments later,
The paper wanders through the garden of thorns.
With every sigh there's a petal that falls,
The wind carries him across the garden, weighing down more and more.
The shadows of the trees dance around,
Reminding him of bad choices.
Paper cut, still blank canvas
Only torn and alone...
Don't turn around, the paper follows the garden's path.
The heart mourns, the mind remembers.
Why?
Twin blades, why?
Why didn't they cut him all off at once?
Gentle melancholy as he flies through the garden.
The paper thinks for himself,
If maybe I should stop suffering.
He doesn't stop
The paper punishes itself.
It's not about dying
The paper said
It's about pain
And her relief...
a poem by me lol
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