A statue's grim

arial

Don't hug me like that 

I will start to cry 

For the depths I am holding 

Are too shallow for this attire 

No words are spoken 

You just hold me tight 

And the mask broke off

In this midst of my demise 

I am laughing right now 

Who knows what left 

But the moment you hid me 

Will be versed in my rhyme 

 

  • Author: arial (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2024 11:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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