Rooms have been painted with silence
Forgotten words left unsaid
We are but the dead
The living like our regrets
Have gone on without us
Mercy, we pray
On mornings when the sun refuses to show its face
Our tears have never been so sweet
If lips could tell a tale so true
I would give my lips
Just to say I love you
Published by Jona Nightingale
Jona Nightingale is a poet and writer, often focusing on themes such as mental health, identity, and holding space. A writer of poetry, horror, and speculative fiction. When not writing, you can find them reading, hiking, drinking tea, or flirting with their darlings. You can find them on all socials at @jnibbzy
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Thank you! I will definitely check it out. Happy Friday to you as well and have a fantastic weekend.
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