Of Verlaine's
It Rains In My Heart…
(Romances Sans Paroles: Arriettes Oubliées I)
It rains for no reason
in this heart without heart.
What? And no treason?
A grief without reason?
It’s pain’s darkest state
not to know why,
my heart feels such weight
without love, without hate.
-to beloved Sophie
posted by Mystique at 3:54 AM
6 Comments:
Simply amazing.
are you OK?
I can't assume you're aware of the complexity of that question. Thanks for your comment :)
i was just wondering if ur gonna end up "getting rid" of urself.. if u know what i mean. its sad thats all.
We'll have to wait and see. I think writing out your thoughts is a great way of making things easier. To let out your pain in artistic work. Thanks for your care :) .. Thank you.
;) take care
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