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23/11/2020 I push the vase over The edge Watching it topple Exploding into thousands of tiny Fragments The satisfaction I expected Cowers in the corner Dissipates with every passing second Until only the whiff of smoke Remains in its fiery wake My heart gasps and shrieks I have broken the one I love most. His affections are blown away By the wind Taken away, exiled to distant lands I cannot reach I can no longer taste the smile On his lips His once warm touch is foreign A lonesome memory My arms are outstretched, Yearning to be held To be yanked from the Churning seas I am suspended in But his eyes overlook my Flailing figure in The dark unyielding seas The vase has been broken Spilling the water it carried within It’s vessel The flowers have withered And died There is no sustenance left to fuel their Existence My arms grow tired My eyes adjust To the murky water’s Cool caress My fatigued arms fall to my side I am alone. I let the sea embrace me Carrying me down to its warm Depths I catch one last glimpse of his Retreating silhouette I have finally paid the price I owe
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
Drowning
23/11/2020 I push the vase over The edge Watching it topple Exploding into thousands of tiny Fragments The satisfaction I expected Cowers in the corner Dissipates with every passing second Until only the whiff of smoke Remains in its fiery wake My heart gasps and shrieks I have broken the one I love most. His affections are blown away By the wind Taken away, exiled to distant lands I cannot reach I can no longer taste the smile On his lips His once warm touch is foreign A lonesome memory My arms are outstretched, Yearning to be held To be yanked from the Churning seas I am suspended in But his eyes overlook my Flailing figure in The dark unyielding seas The vase has been broken Spilling the water it carried within It’s vessel The flowers have withered And died There is no sustenance left to fuel their Existence My arms grow tired My eyes adjust To the murky water’s Cool caress My fatigued arms fall to my side I am alone. I let the sea embrace me Carrying me down to its warm Depths I catch one last glimpse of his Retreating silhouette I have finally paid the price I owe
Xara
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Xara
22/F
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
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