Empty Souls

Abandoned things are often the most beautiful,

They have a soul that’s been forgotten,

And yet they still stand,

They still exist against all odds,

Being stronger than the rest,

They know what it’s like to be alone,

To be left,

Most would say they’re empty,

That there’s nothing left to love,

But the shell of them is just the first layer to a labyrinth of missing souls,

Not all abandoned things are houses,

Just like more than structures can be haunted,

Neither one really knowing

their own beauty.


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