• the_blue_feather_quotes 36w

    There hangs the grey cloak,
    In the dark brown tree,
    Ripped and ragged,
    Wavering hopelessly along with the tree,
    Alive then, pitiful now
    Allured then, forlorn now
    Every thread weaved in it has a different story
    Stitches are the only thing which is remaining,
    Like my heart,
    Which then so close to yours,
    Now apart
    Feeling wrecked and shattered,
    Only by your sharp ego,
    I don't ask for panacea,
    All I need now is serenity in this almost gone life...