idk havent figured out a name for it yet

Kylie_love

A smile is on your face, a painted thing,

A sunbeam trapped inside a frosted pane.

You laugh, a sound that tries so hard to ring

With joy, but falls a little short, in vain.

 

You reach for light, you grasp at golden thread,

And weave it round, a fragile, shimmering shield.

But shadows linger, stories left unsaid,

A heavy weight, a secret never revealed.

 

The heart wants to leap, to dance, to truly soar,

But something holds it back, a binding chain.

You push and pull, you struggle to explore,

This happiness that feels like constant pain.

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  • sorenbarrett

    There are feelings we have no word for and here this is explored. Nicely written

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Kylie, this moves through that contrast of appearance and reality with care…“a painted thing” and “a sunbeam trapped inside a frosted pane” set that tone early, and the tension carries all the way to “happiness that feels like constant pain.” It’s restrained, but deeply felt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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