"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Thursday, November 01, 2018


Ashen they laid on the ground,
words that were once alive.
Crying and screaming but no sound,
sewn are the heart and mouth.
Hurt not remaining as it was.
Pain redefining it's limit.
The time of the year showed itself once more,
the broken spell becomes the undoing.
Here comes the barren winter again.

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