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Heart on a lease
She lived with a broken heart
but on constant vacations;
with the comfort that
it could always be worse:
she got up whenever she felt like it;
drank tons of coffee;
had breakfast if she remembered to;
smoked swallowing her solitude;
roamed through the streets
without a set course
and drank indifference out of habit
more than for pleasure...
Routine is the best poison.
A piece of her soul
was stolen away from her;
the clouds never left her window
and days always appear painted
in endless shades of grey.
Color was wiped off of her hands
and her tired-from-crying eyes
are still subjected to memories' shadow
She is afraid of the idea
that she's dying.
with a set of broken wings
she has her skin inside-out:
with a cheap tag
and her entrails
hanging outside
desperately looking in.
© Distilled Melancholy
Broken heart drawing by SN | Saatchi Art
but on constant vacations;
with the comfort that
it could always be worse:
she got up whenever she felt like it;
drank tons of coffee;
had breakfast if she remembered to;
smoked swallowing her solitude;
roamed through the streets
without a set course
and drank indifference out of habit
more than for pleasure...
Routine is the best poison.
A piece of her soul
was stolen away from her;
the clouds never left her window
and days always appear painted
in endless shades of grey.
Color was wiped off of her hands
and her tired-from-crying eyes
are still subjected to memories' shadow
She is afraid of the idea
that she's dying.
with a set of broken wings
she has her skin inside-out:
with a cheap tag
and her entrails
hanging outside
desperately looking in.
© Distilled Melancholy
Broken heart drawing by SN | Saatchi Art
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