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Penelope Winter Dec 2021
My tears are thick with anger,
Desolation blurs my view,
I want nothing you can offer,




Still my dreams are all of you.

- p. winter
******
Penelope Winter Dec 2021
The floodgates have been opened,
Love runs out of every pore,
But, without a destination,
It distorts itself to grief
And slowly seeps into the floor.

- p. winter
Don’t give me too much credit for this, the title came from a tiktok I think lol
Penelope Winter Dec 2021
Death does not scare me,
It is the means
And the ease with which it takes
That haunt.

- p. winter
you know when you feel like you’re the only one hurting and it’s like “oh cool am i supposed to pretend nothing happened and go about my day now” and then you just can’t focus on anything bc you’re using all your energy to pretend you’re not fighting the sad thoughts out of your head but since you can’t focus you can’t enjoy yourself so you just kinda sit there and stew in your own feelings staring at a plant while life happens right before your eyes and you know you should be able to just accept it and move on but you just wanna go to bed because you feel stupid for being the only one who cares but also hurt that nobody else cares but also glad that they’re doing ok but also sad that they’re ok with it yea anyway how are you doing today i’m doing great here’s a dramaticizing of the phrase “it’s not what you said it’s how you said it” pls enjoy
Penelope Winter Dec 2021
When you held my hand did you feel
The callouses from the music I’ve played
The dirt from the trees I’ve climbed
The scars from the times I’ve fallen

Or did you feel only the warmth
Of something more than nothingness

- p. winter
Penelope Winter Dec 2021
on we go
alone we grow
to cradle grief
and seek relief
of final breath
that quiet death
would unto us
at last bestow

- p. winter
intrusive thoughts go brr
Penelope Winter Dec 2021
I wish that I could tell you where this little train is going,
I wish that I could promise it will make it to the end,
But whatever light or shadow at the tunnel’s mouth awaits,
The journey to my blessing count I’ll wistfully append.

- p. winter
Wistful is my new favourite word
Penelope Winter Dec 2021
How much did the devil pay
To see me in your bed?
And how much would I offer him
To save the blood I’ve shed?
Will hell show pride or pity
When it takes us newly wed?
The flames can have my body,
For my soul's already dead.

- p. winter
that's dark af *** **** the first two lines came from a song I wrote and then I just decided to make it mega depressing for no reason
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