To my dear ghost,
I confess that on those cold nights,
dancing with you in the moonlight,
your arms tried to warm my heart,
but that warmth did not penetrate
and instead, damaged me irreparably.
These days, I still see you in my dreams.
— Lumière.
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Melancholy
I have so much time to ponder
like you to her
Is now a sweet lover.
Tried to swallow the pain,
Like a drug
That provides side effects on my brain
It's the emptiness that feels so heavy,
Same with life that's full of worry.
And to you, I'm just a nobody.
Massive thoughts came,
Yet I have no one to blame.
That my heart has burned in a flame.
Things that I couldn't change,
The life cycle remains the same.
And here I am, only breathing, but had stopped living.
—bleeding-of-words.
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