The sky, littered with the
tarnished wools of my tattered heart,
bruised with fading starlight, decorated in
The lurid lustre of yesterday's sunsets.
oh; to exist in the girth between
yesterday's endless tomorrow and
tomorrow's hopeless yesterdays
The autumn of love has come
And gone darling, and look where
it left us, Like withered violets
forgotten between the pages of a
worn out book
Is this what it means
To be an Eden on fire?
A murmur of memories,
A tincture of twilight
A carcass of catastrophe
In the depths of autumn,
Can you hear the deep
sonorous echo of my sweet
melancholy?
In the fall of summer, can you
see how beauty crescendos at
the margin of death, how sorrow
Smells sweeter than spring,
Nostalgia as bitter as sin,
Eternity is a beautiful bluff,
We walk on the broken boulevard of
Yesterday's false promises, the ground
Beneath us; a divine massacre of
Dreams and desires
Tell me; how do I bear the burning
flare of my autumn heart?
How do I hold and let go with grace?
The years in me should fall like petals
From a wilting sky, half tragedy, half confetti,
I want to be a daybreak away from twilight,
An in breath between life and death
Half blooming, half perishing, drenched in
My lovely sorrows.
Absolve me of this wounded heart that
takes and takes, let me feel the
Sharp kiss of destiny under my feet
Teach me how to say goodbye with the
Farewell of a beautiful sunset at dawn
Leyla
Leyla
which title would make you click?
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Leyla
a poem i wrote:
The sky, littered with the
tarnished wools of my tattered heart,
bruised with fading starlight, decorated in
The lurid lustre of yesterday's sunsets.
oh; to exist in the girth between
yesterday's endless tomorrow and
tomorrow's hopeless yesterdays
The autumn of love has come
And gone darling, and look where
it left us, Like withered violets
forgotten between the pages of a
worn out book
Is this what it means
To be an Eden on fire?
A murmur of memories,
A tincture of twilight
A carcass of catastrophe
In the depths of autumn,
Can you hear the deep
sonorous echo of my sweet
melancholy?
In the fall of summer, can you
see how beauty crescendos at
the margin of death, how sorrow
Smells sweeter than spring,
Nostalgia as bitter as sin,
Eternity is a beautiful bluff,
We walk on the broken boulevard of
Yesterday's false promises, the ground
Beneath us; a divine massacre of
Dreams and desires
Tell me; how do I bear the burning
flare of my autumn heart?
How do I hold and let go with grace?
The years in me should fall like petals
From a wilting sky, half tragedy, half confetti,
I want to be a daybreak away from twilight,
An in breath between life and death
Half blooming, half perishing, drenched in
My lovely sorrows.
Absolve me of this wounded heart that
takes and takes, let me feel the
Sharp kiss of destiny under my feet
Teach me how to say goodbye with the
Farewell of a beautiful sunset at dawn
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Leyla
what would like me to make a video on?
6 months ago | [YT] | 39
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Leyla
tell me a secret.
6 months ago | [YT] | 39
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Leyla
where do you see this channel going?
7 months ago | [YT] | 12
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Leyla
give me some harsh truths / criticisms about my videos. be honest.
( also, heads up: I am going to delete my latest video and upload it again sometime late due to some stupid reason so...you have been warned )
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Leyla
Why did you subscribe to my YouTube channel?
7 months ago | [YT] | 14
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Leyla
"when will she stop raving about fleabag?"
8 months ago | [YT] | 19
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Leyla
which thumbnail is better?
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Leyla
which title is better?
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