Thoughts a shatter

By Isla Skylark -
by Isla Skylark

In shrouded thoughts, I sit and wait
for my love to speak, for my love to prate.
About things of new and things of old
about things blue and about things gold.
Each thought heavy, each thought bright
Each thought urging for one to hear its plight.

Heavy is the mind wrought in emotional overthought
Heavy is the heart feeling like it was all for nought.
Trying to let words escape
Making sure it is nice albeit;
The pure thought may hurt,
the words almost inert.

As her lips utter a soft mutter,
"I am no more, my soul a shatter"

15.12.2019 @ 21.11

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