Glorified lies
By: Florescence
She is a starting poet, trying best to keep up with the realities of the world while meeting words with comfort and aspiring to share that
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Theme: Echoes of Myths
Wishing upon a broken star,
the streaks,
it has left a scar.
In the spotless sky,
continuous and high
The last time I remember looking by
with you right by my side.
Now that you’re away
The echoes haunt me
calling me back to your street.
I keep stumbling upon the fact,
Maybe we’re fit to exist as memories.
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