an original piece by me.
but it was only false hope
a mere projection onto the pavement of my life i walk upon.
a mirage created by the waves of sorrow
diffusing through the air which i breathe
as i fill my lungs with grief
quickly expelled from my weak skeletal figure, in the form
of a sigh.
such a small sound
yet packed with so much emotion beyond the boundaries
the boundaries of even my comprehension,
thoughts expelled even before i knew of their presence to begin with.
but they fall to the ground, soft as the sound from which they came.
their lives short lived as the concentrated rays of emotion strike them,
their frail figures burn before me.
i bury them with my words.
such heavy words,
but what do you expect from such heavy emotions?...©
~Natasha
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