How digital ink spills easily, easier / than words pulling, bursting licorice chords / and choking me while everyone's watching / they only like my tears and not my voice / is an unfinished book / but this chapter is written by us / where emotions and memories will live / where words can grow wings but not be lured / not be delusioned / by a near but faraway rainbow
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PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...