Eclipse 🌒
Our love had been the greatest frustration and despair in me — it still is to this day. Indeed, we are comparable to the rarest masterpiece that never met an artist's canvass — our colors left settling on the tip of his brush. Or an extraordinary novel that was never brought to ink — stuck forever as ideas, battling to escape.
And all my life I will long for you — like a tenacious diabetic aching for more sugar even if he knew it was suicide.
Because for me, we are the most exquisite eclipe the skies never allowed to allign.
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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...
