Her heart so fragile, made of broken of glass. A mosaic from the past. It bleeds every day, with every beat and every breathe the love inside is less and less. People say it is a beautiful. People say it brings light. Yet no one, yes, no one, sees her plight. What is she to do, When she longs for is a love so true? A love that would bring a chalice to catch that which emanates from her heart of glass. Her heart so fragile, made of broken glass. Her mosaic heart. Isla Skylark 22.4.2023 19:06
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
In Limbo I am holding my breath... waiting for the right moment to breathe again. My eyes are closed, my head is spinning. I am shrouded in a fog that I cannot see through. I am wading through an unknown and there are moments I feel alone. I wonder who I can turn to.. I wonder if I should turn to anyone. I am holding my breath and I am suffocating... 13.08.23/17.04
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