Written by: Nixxe Ashaela, Scarlatti's Weaver of Imagination
Date: Thursday, September 26th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone
my heart dropped
as everything hit
tears being mopped
empty stomach pit
heart having stopped
emotion flooding in
leaving a wake
no one left in the den
crying a lake
I can never win
gets harder and harder
for the smile to come back
sick of being a larder
now an empty sack
nothing left to barter
Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 636 AF.
Written by: Nixxe Ashaela, Scarlatti's Weaver of Imagination
Date: Thursday, September 26th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone
my heart dropped
as everything hit
tears being mopped
empty stomach pit
heart having stopped
emotion flooding in
leaving a wake
no one left in the den
crying a lake
I can never win
gets harder and harder
for the smile to come back
sick of being a larder
now an empty sack
nothing left to barter
Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 636 AF.
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