𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥
I was standing still, watching the sky darken with time.
Felt like I was witnessing myself breaking in front of my eyes.
Then came a blue butterfly to this papercut palm of mine,
And I smiled at how foolish beautiful things are, to not see that I only deserve to be left in black and white.
For someone who even keeps ice-cream sticks,
It's hard enough to throw away those memories.
So, I have to kill every piece of mine to forget them, as days pass by.
Some people in this world are addicted to cigarettes, and some, to tears..
And probably I know which one am I.
~ © Priya 🥀
Thanks for Reading 💙
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8th October, 2024
#poem #sad #Feelings #lonely #alone #pain @dandelion
Felt like I was witnessing myself breaking in front of my eyes.
Then came a blue butterfly to this papercut palm of mine,
And I smiled at how foolish beautiful things are, to not see that I only deserve to be left in black and white.
For someone who even keeps ice-cream sticks,
It's hard enough to throw away those memories.
So, I have to kill every piece of mine to forget them, as days pass by.
Some people in this world are addicted to cigarettes, and some, to tears..
And probably I know which one am I.
~ © Priya 🥀
Thanks for Reading 💙
© All Rights Reserved
8th October, 2024
#poem #sad #Feelings #lonely #alone #pain @dandelion