// pt. 2 of the duology: ๐๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ถ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ฏ [๐๐๐๐๐; Sapphic stanzas]
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐโ๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ถ๐ดโ ๐ง๏ฟฝ...
She keeps asking me why daddy doesn't come home, and it's getting harder and harder every time.
Of ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐, goddess of ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ and ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐. Of ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐, struck dead by ๐๐๐๐โs jealousy. โ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ, ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ...
The wistfulness of never being able to tie loose ends, because of an unexpected passing. Everyone always thinks they have more time.
The memories fade yet live on through the states...
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Check out the rewritten version of this poem > https://commaful.com/play/hisho/i-miss-you-re-envisioned/
a poem about an abandoned home with dead memories
This is a poem about grief and mourning. My boyfriend passed away at 19 yrs old and everyday is a struggle without him.
My grandmother always called me her little butterfly. Short poem in honor of her โค๏ธ
Grief is not a sign of weakness. It's the price of love.
As, the cold wind calms Without the chill, I remember my qualms
[Sorry for this focus writing has always been an outlet for me, my apologies if its hard to read] ~if it helps one person through the pr...
// pt. 2 of the duology: ๐๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ถ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ฏ [๐๐๐๐๐; Sapphic stanzas]
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐโ๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ถ๐ดโ ๐ง๏ฟฝ...
She keeps asking me why daddy doesn't come home, and it's getting harder and harder every time.
Of ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐, goddess of ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ and ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐. Of ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐, struck dead by ๐๐๐๐โs jealousy. โ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ, ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ...
The wistfulness of never being able to tie loose ends, because of an unexpected passing. Everyone always thinks they have more time.
The memories fade yet live on through the states...
support me: https://ko-fi.com/hisho
Check out the rewritten version of this poem > https://commaful.com/play/hisho/i-miss-you-re-envisioned/
a poem about an abandoned home with dead memories
This is a poem about grief and mourning. My boyfriend passed away at 19 yrs old and everyday is a struggle without him.
My grandmother always called me her little butterfly. Short poem in honor of her โค๏ธ
Grief is not a sign of weakness. It's the price of love.
As, the cold wind calms Without the chill, I remember my qualms
[Sorry for this focus writing has always been an outlet for me, my apologies if its hard to read] ~if it helps one person through the pr...