#poeticmelancholy
She seemed like someone who I was looking for my whole life,
But who knew she was like something we call a knife.
Each day I watch her walk with him, a silent scar,
Smiling like moonlight, yet feeling so far.
And here I stay—cut by hope, from just behind the bar.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC
The picture I had drawn, it's fading.
This darkness is getting denser.
I'm desperately fighting.
Reality has become a nightmare.
The dream has grown more vivid.
I'll disappear someday, just like my nights disappeared from my reality.
The things you had promised me have become a fallacy.
Still trying to draw you, but it's taking longer.
Does she still look the same?
How would I know that?
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC