She veils her face
In sinister shades
Powdered porcelain
Eyes of jade

Raven hair
My focus ensnared
Jet black obsidian heart
My lips does she part

Vicious and vile
With a serpentine smile
Cunning and cruel
C'est la vie, a bid adieu

you don't know what you're missing, until  you've lost it.

I want my soulmate back.
But there's no way he would want me back now.

I am:
Damaged
Goods.

Even though the two of them were the biggest regrets of my life,
They will also become his.
And I do not want that.
This is not poetic, but it **** sure is real.

I've ****** him over, with two others
Both of which aren't even half the man he is
-literally-

A.J.B is my soulmate,
But am I his?

The day within left lightning on your skin,
Did you cross the salt line?
Did you let the promise in?

Booms and bells,
And hand in hand to carousels.
And you made do with silence.

It's all you know, Little Indigo.
Time, take it gently.

Be still, unwind, the stars have intertwined,
And they carry all the echoes the well-wishers declined.

The glare, fanfare, and dances through the midnight air,
And you made do with silence.

Just let it show, Little Indigo,
And take it gently.



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Solitude in all its glory
fills the air in sorrowful story
All afflicted, one tale like the next
of children aging, beloved departing,
lovers no longer to be caressed

For solitude is that which steals all joy from our young,
and solitary is the black-cloaked figure
that steals warm breath from once-full lungs
And solitary is that which leaves only death whence it comes.