”I come here looking for nothing.” She said,
The goddess of the den of broken hearts.
Like the golden hairs on her flaming head,
Everyone is moving, while whiskey parts.
All we want is something to make us whole.
Vestiges of heaven we replicate:
Entertainment for each forgotten soul.
Souls that wait and stay to anticipate
Under appreciate their own self worth.
Still, the nights edge sinks into the morning.
Lonely and lost dancers seek their rebirth,
On the rocks, a moment that is fleeting.
No amount of cigar smoke clouds this pain,
Everyone now has lost what made them sane.
![A den of broken hearts-[C]”I come here looking for nothing.” She said,
[C]The goddess of the den of broken hearts.
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Photo by Irrael A.
Comments (8)
Everyone now has lost what made them sane.
- This is so impactful. Stunned by your writing!
Reply to: Irrael
:joy: :joy: I mean- it could mean anything other than clubs with the excellent execution and writing but nonetheless, the pleasure is mine! ^^
Reply to: 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌 ⋆𐙚₊
Thank you again, this is very flattering.
Heyo ☆~ I'd love to feature your poem, but in order to do that, you must credit the image/s used so it is following the [guidelines]. If you need help , just ask me ♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝
Got you, I only do original photos but I put the creds in.
Thank you for the feature though :pray: blessed be.