once i said i wasn't made to stay in a shelf
but i was born stuck to it
what use can a doll have if not being a box for someone else's feelings?
what use can a doll's feelings have if not being held as a weapon?
at the end i'm not a lover, but a dreamer
a watcher and a servant
a planet without an orbit
a star with nowhere to fall
a taste that fades out soon, the melancholy of the moon
her embrace as an orphanage
my venus is mine and no one's to keep
she was not meant for anyone else
i shiver and break under saturn's grip
murdering patience where my hope dwells
my skin is a carpet to welcome the travelers
but too dirty, too very much dirty
and my heart is a flower to entertain the visitors
but too bloody, too very much bloody
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Author:
Wyster (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2024 15:55
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A poem of emotion but one to ponder as well. Nicely said
Excellent write
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