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Winter was never my favourite season.
My heart's on pause, the blood in my veins
has stopped flowing the way it used to
Now it's like a dead-weight in my chest,
a stinging sensation at the back of my throat.
My secrets are black ink across a blue sky
waiting for the rain to show
And eventually it does
Black balloons across every nerve ending
I suffocate on helium
My senses become tangled and I spiral
Further between black balloons
Like a canon ball waiting to hit rock bottom
Eventually, I will
My heart's on pause, the blood in my veins
has stopped flowing the way it used to
Now it's like a dead-weight in my chest,
a stinging sensation at the back of my throat.
My secrets are black ink across a blue sky
waiting for the rain to show
And eventually it does
Black balloons across every nerve ending
I suffocate on helium
My senses become tangled and I spiral
Further between black balloons
Like a canon ball waiting to hit rock bottom
Eventually, I will
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
Literature
Song of the Seasons
The girl who talked for days on end
Has collapsed around the bend
In a muddled pile
Out of the way
While her eyes sang songs of Summer,
Her heart was in Winter’s hold.
Her lips looked the red of Autumn
And her hair Spring’s spun gold.
A happy girl was she indeed
Helping everyone in need
To make them smile
And make them forget
And while her words sang songs of Summer,
Her heart was in Winter’s hold.
Her mind was well in Autumn,
But her thoughts Spring’s spun gold.
Still she left them all alone;
Finally returned back home
Where she is safe
Forevermore
Now she will forever sing songs of Summer,
Though she is Winter
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