sweetest-lil-sorrow : Writing

A different kind of burn

A different kind of burn

A Poem by sweetest-lil-sorrow


I once played with ashes, and lived an achromatic life.Until one day, born of the cinders, a fire with the colour of the sky would draw near my soul.I..
does my pain make yours feel better?

does my pain make yours feel better?

A Poem by sweetest-lil-sorrow


The further you reduce meThe less I am my own.The pain becomes more prominentWhen there's less person shown.Without any containment,I'll disappear thr..
- this is not a poem -

- this is not a poem -

A Poem by sweetest-lil-sorrow


Pain;fuellingmy fingerswith the richestform ofgetting lostI am nothingbut thewords that Iwriteand nowreality hasblendedinto mydreams andalteringthem i..