I see darkness
With eyes wide open
In broad day light
Has the sun stopped shining?
Or stars have died
To ashes as grey
As dead eyes
Like wounded smiles
And withering memories
Few moments of joy
Swallowed by lies
Or just like forgotten souls
Who faded from our lives
Once they ascended
To murky skies
Or specs of kindness
That flew around like stardust
But the wrath of fate
Torched those poor fireflies
Then they say I have trust issues
Go ahead prove otherwise
In the hands of reckless souls
The weak are just mutilated toys
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like goosebumps on a chilly day
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and when they flatten to a whiff of coffee.
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Weeks are just mutilated toys.
Yup.
What day is this?
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Ffff**** Ahahhaa
Let me fix that 🤦♀️
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Now, not even weak sounds right, might change it later.
Thanks for pointing out 🙂
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This gave me goosebumps, I like your style of writing!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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I’m glad. Thank you so much 🙂
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Love it! fabulous poem!
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thank you luv!
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