How do you bloom if you're covered in rain?
I feel like an antique rock, yet to break.
Will they find some thousand-year-old creature inside me?
I think not; I'm better off being thrown away.
Drunk on my own tears,
It's getting harder to breathe.
Every day feels like a love affair
Where my lover always flees.
Late in the night, the city's asleep,
I'm mourning the loss of my time.
The table is filled with dust;
Who cares anymore?
The barks drive me to despair.
Is it valid to cry over petty things?
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Author:
mirrorball (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: wrote after so many days. i just want time to pass honestly
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My dear Mirrorball, love can be tough reminds me of a place I used to be in my 20's I'd say we'll don't for writing about it. One must decide what is worth love and what is not. 🌹
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