Weak skin, True Heart

The season of drops are fading away,

the grip is losing.

Colorful flowers are wilting and

same is the situation of my heart.

Felt she lost her ways

but she was confined walking on her own path.

so clever as if she never had swings.

I'm thinking about how

the plan changed ?

the same mistakes repeated twice.

She bid her last hand swings,

detatching strings

similar to the broken springs.

Welcoming as if she forgot humiliation,

returning as if the clear misconception

Weak skin

True heart.

-©TheCursedPOET

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