Don’t fret
the rivulet
of not so kind words.
Do forget
the onset
of all needed unheard.
Don’t cry,
let tears run dry,
so you can finally let be.
Do try
to live not die,
so you can finally be free.
Don’t Fret
Bliss Seeping Away
Carve me a smile
With the tilt of your eyes
Glistening wetness
Tears rain and glide
Blissfully broken
Your glee starts to seep
Face lost and broken
Sobs turn to weeps
The Poetess
The musk of her words
Brings tears
like rainfall.
A weeping rain.
Heart caged.
Pulling at the bite.
The poetess.
Destroyer of Content.
The Bringer of the Real.
Keeper of the Imprints of Hearts.
When her words fall,
the world aches.
And there is no thing as a better place or time.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 