Confusing memory for company
The shadow's song, a symphony
Wallow in the sympathy,
The guilty aches.
Hope is futile, splintering.
Fractions of a heart dividing
Hiding. In the depths of lonely chests.
The misery chokes.
Sadness searches for a synonym
To dress, impress its dignity
Which poisons fleets of sanity.
And yet we all digress,
It is sad.
I am sad.
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Author:
HannahSpring (
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- Category: Sad
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