She thought she can no longer write when he left.
But words have really been a shoulder for her cries.
It shielded her from the cruel reality.
It made her think that she's powerful enough to end paragraphs with him and her happy.
And isn't that the saddest part of a poet's life?
When the poetry she writes,
No longer became the words she wants to tell him,
But rather a narrative of her ambitious daydreams.
// sad poems
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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...
