We are delicate.
Easily broken,
weak,
and fragile.
These lanterns were lighted up
to make spaces between us
bright.
These songs were played
to make the scenes
enjoyable
tangible
and enviable.
Doors were knocked up
and fire demolished
that beautiful garden.
Pages were burnt
and hatred possessed
the real value of an untouched treasure.
Candles were blown up
and we are in total darkness.
We are delicate.
sensitive,
soft-hearted,
and lonely.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2024 02:15
- Category: Sad
- Views: 3
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