lily's 𐙚₊˚

Forwarded from Charlotte's Library

Don’t ask about my state,
I cannot tell you so.
Can’t you see the dagger,
Piercing my heart’s flow?
Take it now—my heart,
Before it’s too late,
I’ll sell it dirt cheap—
Won’t you take its weight?

But it’s slightly torn,
Riddled with old scars,
Buried deep in darkness,
Shrouded far from stars.
I’d never sell it off,
If left in my own care,
But it’s soaked in crimson,
Sorrow’s mark laid bare.

What use is my heart,
To a lifeless frame?
My time has come;
My soul departs this game.
I can’t take it along,
Into my burial’s keep.
It’s worn, it’s tired,
And shattered too deep.

Don’t ask about my plight,
I cannot tell you so.
Can’t you feel the sorrow,
That within me grows?
Take it now—my heart,
Before it’s too late.
I’ll give it away for free—
Won’t you take its weight?

©️Lyufer.

Charlotte's library

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Don’t ask about my state,
I cannot tell you so.
Can’t you see the dagger,
Piercing my heart’s flow?
Take it now—my heart,
Before it’s too late,
I’ll sell it dirt cheap—
Won’t you take its weight?

But it’s slightly torn,
Riddled with old scars,
Buried deep in darkness,
Shrouded far from stars.
I’d never sell it off,
If left in my own care,
But it’s soaked in crimson,
Sorrow’s mark laid bare.

What use is my heart,
To a lifeless frame?
My time has come;
My soul departs this game.
I can’t take it along,
Into my burial’s keep.
It’s worn, it’s tired,
And shattered too deep.

Don’t ask about my plight,
I cannot tell you so.
Can’t you feel the sorrow,
That within me grows?
Take it now—my heart,
Before it’s too late.
I’ll give it away for free—
Won’t you take its weight?

©️Lyufer.

Charlotte's library

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