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i go to sleep and im still 16

rueful villanelles melt beautifully in the night
and everything i've ever wanted
woefully illuminates the lugubrious skyline ~
eyelids brushing against an elegiac stillness ,
momentarily forgetting a mother's absence --
aching viscerally in a daughter's lovesick soul ~
and father's half-witted love
whispers goldened gardenias
of untold possibilities..
whilst i lay beneath forlorn angels
swooning a starlight-kissed course ~
reflecting a wistful silence filled with dusky desire --
as rubied rage devouring my malnourished being
resigns itself into moonless melancholy in a velvety twist... ~
oh, a dreamless love so viscously stripped !
a little girl trapped in the hour before dawn
left to wonder atrociously among prussian blue fields ..
unnoticed, overlooked, bluefully woe and stubbornly..
her submissive naivety retreating indigo reveries --
to be left with nothing but bittersweet afterglows
of what's left of a peony-dipped past ~
as a fathomless craving for a lovesick dream
fades into a gloaming angst of saudade starvation ,
cascading into starless fade
of hopelessness ~
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Goldsmith Avatar
August 20, 2026 at 10:09 AM
Dreamland can take us to many places. Both good/bad. I enjoyed reading this write from you. Have a Lovely/Blessed Day Writing Away............
blegh Avatar
August 20, 2026 at 10:50 AM
<3
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