strange rope,
I climb
up & down,
this hope.
the groups
dispersed
try to find each other
and themselves
again
scattered by those who
claim to give us a voice
but we already have
our own voices
#poetry
the groups
dispersed
try to find each other
and themselves
again
scattered by those who
claim to give us a voice
but we already have
our own voices
#poetry
in the stillness of this aching night?
Does the one you long for
sense the delicate flower
that blooms in your heart
each time their shadow falls upon you?
in the stillness of this aching night?
Does the one you long for
sense the delicate flower
that blooms in your heart
each time their shadow falls upon you?
From dawn till dusk.
Not in the night—
Night makes me inert.
Submerged in the pain,
With a dying hope,
Of finding a trickle,
Falling on this wounded heart.
From dawn till dusk.
Not in the night—
Night makes me inert.
Submerged in the pain,
With a dying hope,
Of finding a trickle,
Falling on this wounded heart.
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Called pain.,
Cause they say,
No pain, No gain -.-
Called pain.,
Cause they say,
No pain, No gain -.-
Is it the absence of none
and the presence of all
or the absence of all
and the presence of you.,.
Is it the absence of none
and the presence of all
or the absence of all
and the presence of you.,.