• valar_morghulis7 6w



    Dew drops slide over my mirror,
    Reflecting a blurry disguise,
    The clarity has become a lie,
    To the vows that once, were not just words,
    A halo that sank once the sun was down,
    Maybe it was heaven, but it is hell now I know,
    Maybe the words we catch into our hearts, are a prison
    to have known a feeling,
    And sometimes it won't mean anything,
    A random piece of letters that will be drown into oblivion,
    And even he who writes it down in tears,
    Won't know it's whereabout,
    But some hearts will catch them,
    To be the prisoner of their own.
    ©valar_morghulis7