Grief's storm
twists
seconds
into minutes
into hours
into days.
A sorrow
wrenching
skies
in all
greys.
It deepens,
pulling us
towards
should be
forgotten
yesterdays.
So I sit
with a
friend
who watches
the world
with me.
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Art: Mattijn Franssen

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Don't be my nightmare
But my dream
Love me until
Fragile heart believes

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Inked in
sanguineous
tones
was her
crown,
and with
true
grit,
our queen
never
backed
down.
Seemingly
soft
was her
every
edge,
but deep
inside,
she
harboured
it.
What, you ask?
Never
you
mind,
lest
it hears
your
thoughts.
10/2

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The moon in Virgo
and the beast inside

He captured her
with a soft caress

Red roses & blood
from his sweet heart

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He carried the axe
She sharpened the blade
Souls decomposed
In the shade
Silent forest
Last heartbeat
Nature's revenge
Was sweet

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