Loved, Never-
i was wafting above
starlit crimson secrets,
releasing perpetual whispers
into noisy ears listening
not to my kindness...
but to the shame i carried from
NEVER BEING LOVED
and when ease of mind comes
without resurrection,
i seek only solitude for solitude itself
desolation and isolation
have become my greatest
strengths,
they reach heights for
each other and in moments
of blazing obscurity,
i rise like a phoenix
a willow weeps with her blades
of mourning,
chartreuse leaflets of tissues
seep regret and i am bound
by woe forevermore
but
there is pulchritude in anguish,
beauty in pain-
there's something about the
charm of spiritual apathy that
releases the endorphins to
a mind's redemption
and i am but a woman,
craving to see the beauty
in scars,
the wounds that cut the
deepest are the wounds that
mean the most...
i may swim in sorrow and
drown in remorse,
but i find splendor in agony
for it grieves with me,
and i am left breathless in
BEAUTIFUL CHARISMA
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