“We cannot tear a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.”
-George Sand
Standing silently on the edge-
Of life
Clueless, cold.
The thing to be warm-
Ferocious fire.
A cold comfort-
A forever comfort.
Salty sweet tears-
Falling for too long.
To eternally end
Conscious coward-
Hiding, hidden.
Silent screams unheard-
Forever.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2023 12:55
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Silent screams are the loudest
True- if someone cares enough to listen
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