It was a house filled with sunflowers; there was light; there was hope

Some days, the sun didn’t come, but their lights sufficed for the lack of stars

But there were clouds who often visited; they were heavy; they made the world dark

Suddenly, there was nothing but rain—instead of being watered, they drowned

Together, they hoped; words that kept them going and stitched them whole

Were the same words that triggered; the same words that rattled

It took them away from her; and she was taken away, too

It was easier to surrender to the pull of the moon than resist the tides

It was a house filled with withered flowers; it was nobody’s home


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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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