Her eyes had this inexplicable sadness
The kind of sadness that only eyes of an ancient soul could reflect.
She wrapped herself in aloofness like it was a Pashmina shawl.
Apologies danced around the tip of her tongue
like a ballerina on a stage,
It almost seemed like she was sorry for her existence.
People came to her and cried out their grief
Because oh how well she listened.
Her soul was starting to rust
Like someone’s first bicycle long forgotten in the rain.
But none could see her misery,
None realised despite that strong facade,
She needed a hand in helping her sew her torn heart back together.
This is beautiful. ❤
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Thank you. 🙂
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Welcome. 😊
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Wow! What a beautiful poem! your blog in general is of really high standard (not to mention I love the purple you have chose as your background!) Maybe you could take a look at my blogposts and gallery and let me know what you think? It would mean a lot… https://syncopatedstateofmind.wordpress.com
Keep up the amazing work!
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Hey! Thank you so much!! It’s really generous of you. 🙈
Sure. I’ll take a look and let you know. 😊
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If you listen carefully, you can hear my heart breaking. 😭 This is beautiful! 😍😍
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Aah thank you so much. ♥
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you. :’)
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beautiful
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Thank you. ♥
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you are most welcome, keep it up.
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