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The red roses now lay Dead on the ground The violets have withered away On the wings of wind, The love that once was there Will never be The girl who I was, Is lost to, A ghost I never thought I'll see The poetry pages Now lay tattered and torn on the floor, The writer's pen is also gone The ink running inside his vein has dried, Somewhere he is lost in his suffering and plight There is a kind of lost That is never found A darkness so profound, There is no scope for hope A void so vast, No sound can get through The mirror now lays Broken on the bed, The broken reflections reflects the brokenness inside her heart Being so young, she should not But she already fell in love with the company Melancholia brings The dimly lit room, Absorbs all the light the window lets in, How much more breaths Before he blends in, And becomes one with the darkness That surrounds him He is not giving up, but maybe he will give in, It is so peaceful once you hit the rock bottom You can finally lay in peace With no one calling out your name No one calling out your name, **With no care in the world You can finally be**
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Melancholia
The red roses now lay Dead on the ground The violets have withered away On the wings of wind, The love that once was there Will never be The girl who I was, Is lost to, A ghost I never thought I'll see The poetry pages Now lay tattered and torn on the floor, The writer's pen is also gone The ink running inside his vein has dried, Somewhere he is lost in his suffering and plight There is a kind of lost That is never found A darkness so profound, There is no scope for hope A void so vast, No sound can get through The mirror now lays Broken on the bed, The broken reflections reflects the brokenness inside her heart Being so young, she should not But she already fell in love with the company Melancholia brings The dimly lit room, Absorbs all the light the window lets in, How much more breaths Before he blends in, And becomes one with the darkness That surrounds him He is not giving up, but maybe he will give in, It is so peaceful once you hit the rock bottom You can finally lay in peace With no one calling out your name No one calling out your name, **With no care in the world You can finally be**
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AthousandMidnightEpiphanies
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AthousandMidnightEpiphanies
20/F/Indian
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
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