PHChizue Mizokuchi
꧁𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝕰𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊꧂
Thousands have been written
few were burned—worst hidden
some are haunted,
and there are still left unspoken
Some are shared with coffee in the morning
some are in diaries bled in the evening
some already crumpled in the corner
a lot is being cursed —through whisper
Scared eyes says thousands but never said
keeping it quiet, never let it heard
they put it in a case—ceased and silenced
never had a fight, never had a defence
Some are suffocating but kept from telling
beneath the laughter, secrets are hiding
broken in tiny pieces—tormented
like a ghost —a misguided
Some become scars —like collected badges
a shade of purple and crimson laces
some become poetry, some are painted
some become sigh between each breath
some still echo in the forest trees
some turned into memories
some become an abstract map of the past
but some released at last!
few were burned—worst hidden
some are haunted,
and there are still left unspoken
Some are shared with coffee in the morning
some are in diaries bled in the evening
some already crumpled in the corner
a lot is being cursed —through whisper
Scared eyes says thousands but never said
keeping it quiet, never let it heard
they put it in a case—ceased and silenced
never had a fight, never had a defence
Some are suffocating but kept from telling
beneath the laughter, secrets are hiding
broken in tiny pieces—tormented
like a ghost —a misguided
Some become scars —like collected badges
a shade of purple and crimson laces
some become poetry, some are painted
some become sigh between each breath
some still echo in the forest trees
some turned into memories
some become an abstract map of the past
but some released at last!