behind the door is an empty room,
stands a shadow with a beating heart—
a forlorn soul where flowers don’t bloom;
a debris of fiasco and chaff art.

there is no sound that can wake Her up,
neither the sunlight in solarium—
a navigator without a map;
a head filled with fear and delirium.

eyes are screaming for deliverance
but it just echoes in the desert.
the body tried to hold resistance
until the blood in veins start to spurt ∼


the turning point..

I WISH I COULD LOVE MYSELF I WISH I COULD LOVE MYSELF I WISH I COULD . . .

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Posted by:vienna noreen

vienna is a highly caffeinated writer who aspires to make a difference through her words; if she's not writing, she's probably reading books and fangirling over Bangtan.

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