Something Else
There were so many things
i had written between the lines
in hopes you would one day see
everything my heart locks away.
But your eyes were set
on something else.
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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