Starlight - Wounded Poem by iris shih

Starlight - Wounded



Simplicity of the starlight glimpse
The word that reminds me of him
The only him who can hurt me deep
Be rational, be sensational, be imaginative
or whatsoever that I know
Behold afar he is no longer the man I know
No matter how badly I want to know
As if the venture of every piece of white snow
Ultimately corrupting every bit of my soul
Melting down and cracking into all the wounded holes
All the words he sent were just a show
Sometimes I know
there is no chance we get back to starring blessing road
To be tender to be a lover to be simple girl
Who once cried over the spill of my little blue bird
Who never thought for a second about what’s really worth
Before chasing after a too-complicated-for-her man
A man a teacher or a love affair
For sure heartbreaking glasses are all over there
Along the milky way pitched by skylight stars
Shining at the path where the two of them are apart
Be simple is the word where he rings my bell
Yet contrasting what he really is and the hurts of his spells
Wondering how long it takes to play the forget-me-not game
Upon the net of such sophisticated plans
Leaving her alone in the mist of uncertainty and a lonely road
To rest to retreat or to behold
Where can she heal from all those wounds?

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