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isabel Feb 1
Floating in the wind,
I wish I could remain,
Unnoticed went a hint,
Took long enough to say.
isabel Feb 1
A continuous pattern of warm summer days and rainy winter nights, existing for the mere task to pull me further down into my grave.
Rigged against me with rewards, only for punishment to come.
isabel Feb 1
The world outside is freezing,
Snow slowly falling from above,
One's expectation's gone disproved,
The outside clean, the inside rough.

Glistening from our view,
As tempting it can be,
One wouldn't want to be the same,
The truth lies underneath.

Magnificent and shining bright,
A longing for my way,
Though if you did, just for a night,
You wouldn't want to stay.

Oblivious of what's underneath,
The outside is what matters,
But beauty here is not the key,
If the inside has been shattered.
isabel Feb 1
The aching cold stings,
Snow blankets on every roof,
Though it sparkles bright,
Weakened by its freezing fate,
Falling from the skies above.
isabel Jan 29
For all they know is what they see,
In deeper truth they miss belief.

— The End —