Lethologica
Pain came,
The day he asked for space.
That moment he told her,
He is not her prince.
Questions trailed behind,
On why and what caused him to go.
Left alone in the darkness,
She never found the answers.
Pain came,
The day the words at the tip of her tongue,
Failed to tell him,
Not to leave.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
