penguins who always found their way back
a poetic melody
nightingales in the spring evenings
the writings on a thousand paper cranes
a rose out of concrete
the quiet in a room full of thunder
angels who saw
each other's scars as beauty
the fine line between never and eternity
songbirds in the grand oak tree
lost sobriety in tasting love
Simply poetry.
But now we are broken heartstrings
deaf ears
fallen tears
empty promises on broken china
and half notes with cacophonic tunes
a drug
two ships just passing in the night
silence
best kept secrets
shame
poisonous butterflies
dreams I want to forget
Death.
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