To feel through words…
A white table, AdornedBy red roses.And two wine glasses,By a chamber stick.The scent of roses,Choked the air around,As it's petals veiled thorns,Who hushed a familiar pain.As the melancholy of love,Reverberated behind closed doors,The table cloth turned redDrenched in a lady's blood.
Trace back your steps,Back to those closed doors, That's where you'll find my pearls, The black pearls of wise tears. Dorment, you'll find some, Underneath those black rags. Some more in the eternity of time,Between the incomplete hearts. The iridescence of grief, The depths of your agony in them, The pain of memories ripping apart, The worthless void in you..... Only the brave can find... Continue Reading →
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