• soul_with_a_glow 5w

    Every time I turn the pages of my heart,
    My feelings lie exposed there :
    My scars and faults rejoice
    I lose my ability to fake a smile-
    The demons of the pages don't scare me anymore,
    The fairies of the enchanted world, satisfy my crave for words.
    The dry flowers offered at the graves of my soul :
    Fly up off into the open sky like a bubble.
    I stand there, hearing the mellifluous melancholy:
    Stabbing a sharp knife,deep into my heart,
    Rejuvenating the altruist inside me;
    As my eyes turned pale blue :
    Calm and satisfied like the ocean,
    My arms craving for your existence -
    My love, come back!