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Mar 2015 · 510
'twas a warm autumn's eve
Yasmina Morgan Mar 2015
'twas a warm autumn’s eve, the skies they were weeping
golden leaves on the trees, in peace they were sleeping
unaware of the screams echoing in the evening
as patience and prayer gave way to deceiving

ignorant was i, on that warm autumn’s eve
your words like sweet honey, i could scarcely believe
never would i have known my heart would soon bleed
as you ripped me apart, and all night i did plead

your words became blades; you used them to hurt me
and my smiles became wounds, why has my love forsaken me?
my life became a stain, a blip in the ocean
you entrapped my soul, now everything is broken

i stumbled and fell, enclosed in the blackness
nighttime had fallen and my heart was weary with sadness
as if the sky was my heart, and the few stars bore my pain
and however much i screamed, it would all be in vain
Mar 2015 · 499
a fool indeed, was i
Yasmina Morgan Mar 2015
i woke upon a sunday morn
and wished that i had not been born
this life i lived of pain and scorn
i ached for something better

a kindred spirit i wished to be
majestic, proud, aloof and free
but darkness took its hold over me
and all that i had known was lost

that night i passed a wishing well
and turned my nose up at the smell
with tears it made my eyelids swell
see what my life has done to me?

and like a shard of fragile glass
i broke, downtrodden on the grass
alas, i thought it would but pass
a fool indeed, was i

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