staring at
the hanging abyss--
a chandelier
of constellations,
made of
sparkling stars so
out of reach,
i wonder how
many times i
have tried and
failed to teach
myself on how
to never wish
upon people's false
promises,
for expectations only
left me with bruised
broken heart, void
of love's lasting
traces.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
staring at
the hanging abyss--
a chandelier
of constellations,
made of
sparkling stars so
out of reach,
i wonder how
many times i
have tried and
failed to teach
myself on how
to never wish
upon people's false
promises,
for expectations only
left me with bruised
broken heart, void
of love's lasting
traces.
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