my pen was made
to bleed the words of grief;
"there's something so beautiful
and profound in grief
when you start to see it
for what it truly is."
past the barriers
and stretching distance,
i caressed my aching soul;
this grief of mine grew out of love
for grief, in what it truly is,
is a love that endures
and suffers willingly.
IA
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
my pen was made
to bleed the words of grief;
"there's something so beautiful
and profound in grief
when you start to see it
for what it truly is."
past the barriers
and stretching distance,
i caressed my aching soul;
this grief of mine grew out of love
for grief, in what it truly is,
is a love that endures
and suffers willingly.
IA
07.31.21.| i'm so human.
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