The rainbows mingled with the falling stars,
Entwined the stems, healing my little scars.
A little of the dust that fell from the leaves,
Kissed my skin as it sled from my sleeves.
I closed my eyes, I breathed the air,
I left my pained heart bare.
So tired of hiding, tired of everything around,
Every whisper, every sound.
Every face, every crushed heart,
Every scream, every string pulled apart.
I want to fly away, I want to withdraw,
Want to leave while I'm still raw;
And probably float, fly or sing,
While I write poetry, leaving behind everything.
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{Not lived much. Don't think I want to either. }
15th of October, 2017
11:34 pm
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