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  Dec 2017 D Eaf
ryn
Of mud and clay,
drawing strength from the sun.

In the heat,
insides harden even if layers begin to peel.

But in the rain,
the shell concedes and starts to run.

All is left,
is a puddle - stagnant and bereft of zeal.
  Dec 2017 D Eaf
𝓟𝓲𝔂𝔂𝓪
Beautiful yet fragile
All you do
Is fly

Like everything that
Lives
To die

Just so you know
It's a lie

When they say
Everyone likes you

When you fly around
Some they runaway

It's not true that
Everyone loves you

Its not your beauty that counts
It's what you do
D Eaf Dec 2017
The eyes are the windows to the
Soul
Once blue eyes now turned gray
An empty soul in array

The echo of my screams never stop
Through valleys and mountains
Once green
No lush now to be seen

The nightmare of inaudible screams
Is now a reality
My piercing eyes look straight through you
My windows are fogged up
And so is my soul.
D Eaf Dec 2017
Summertime, your love was pure
Like the sun you were not afraid to share
your warmth
Your warmth- a radiating, smouldering heat
between every sheet

Autumn came and I could see us
fall
Fall out of love.
Every leaf- a teardrop on the floor
I knew our love was no more

Winter froze my heart
For it was then when I missed you most
Like an iceberg
we drifted
far apart

Spring held promises of a new
beginning
A beginning without
you
For it was you that made me see
That I cannot love, before I start loving
ME.

— The End —