#melanchony
Winds roared from north to south,
As the compass of life lost its aim.
For her groom had already lost his way—
Now, her farewell softly came.
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While charcoal smothered the maiden's hair,
Yet the dame looked like the winter moon—
Pale; the night was unfair,
Once and for all, her final path illumed.
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Time rewinds, present intertwines,
A gathered crowd—unique in meaning.
Only she in the portrait could gather the tears,
But never did they care for the old woman buried.
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Family now bedecked with flowing crystals,
Living eyes weeping loving lies.
Time teaches the weeping crowd:
What’s lost always feels truly precious.
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Lying above the mantel is the portrait of a girl,
Entertaining the sorrowed crowd.
Ignoring the diamonds over the stage,
As she knows they too will dissipate.
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No one would shed for the granny,
She ponders while gathering the crystals lost.
The girl in the portrait recalled her theory:
Love is only for the dead at a cost.
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Justice’s scale now overweighs,
Its back turned against the dead.
What goes around, comes around—
It’s the cycle of birth and death.
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The old woman now awaits
For the girl in the portrait.
Heaven rings—mirror reflections,
As she now holds hands with her twin.
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The pain she carried, being lonely,
Finally meets its end-worthy.
And with the following words,
She smiles eternally—
"How could they ever forget you, my older self?
You are beautiful—
For you, heaven awaits everlastingly."
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
If my soul was a stream on Spotify
It would never get any play
Mainly because I display what most
SEEM to portray
But when the doors are closed
And you are all alone
Feelings create downpour
And you cry tears you wish...
you had shown
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Beautiful Melancholy
The sky is grey and the rain won´t stop falling
I´m alone at home �" and no one is calling
Haven´t slept for days, always staying up till the morning
Am I tired? No, cause my coffee is calming
I´m drowning in sorrow/
Always thinking 'bout tomorrow
Feeling kind of blue/
Every time I think about you/
But I still keep going and I somewhat enjoy it/
This melancholy so beautiful I don’t want to spoil it
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
When I’m looking in your eyes sometimes it’s hard to look away
Because I’m think of the life we could have had, that I dream of someday
But when I see her standing in the light it’s hard to watch the show
One day the curtain will close and I will have to go
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC