aspor
@zsazed.bsky.social
I will write a poem each time I sink into sorrow.
This journal is but a convergence of stories I long to forget.
This journal is but a convergence of stories I long to forget.
And should one dare to meet my gaze,
they’d find not light, but needles raised.
they’d find not light, but needles raised.
July 13, 2025 at 12:50 PM
And should one dare to meet my gaze,
they’d find not light, but needles raised.
they’d find not light, but needles raised.
Once, my smile was light and warm,
now it’s worn for others, a practiced form.
I long to return to who I used to be,
but the cracks remain, deep within me.
now it’s worn for others, a practiced form.
I long to return to who I used to be,
but the cracks remain, deep within me.
July 13, 2025 at 12:50 PM
Once, my smile was light and warm,
now it’s worn for others, a practiced form.
I long to return to who I used to be,
but the cracks remain, deep within me.
now it’s worn for others, a practiced form.
I long to return to who I used to be,
but the cracks remain, deep within me.