Jun 2020
To the soul who shattered
I see your heart on the corner of a dark room
With shadow around, recite a prayer
She doesn’t cry yet she throws a little smile
Her hands with a book that she cannot read
Pale illusion over her
Singing a song that cannot be heard
she said it’s not the melody shall be blamed
it’s just she is bad at envisaging
I see your heart on the corner of a dark room
With shadow around, recite a prayer
She doesn’t cry yet she throws a little smile
Her hands with a book that she cannot read
Pale illusion over her
Singing a song that cannot be heard
she said it’s not the melody shall be blamed
it’s just she is bad at envisaging
this poem picture a girl who keep blaming herself for bad things around her even though it's not her to blame but people are ****
