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The silver slides in, the clock starts to hum,I’m a masterpiece now, but I’m cold and I’m numb.You bought every smile, every breath, every glow,Just to wait for the end when I fall for your show.
Blush and bone.....delve into my crippled mind beneath the dirt.....
Welcome to Mourning Pink
Dive into a world where words whisper tales and short sayings spark thought. Mourning Pink is a sanctuary for poetry and introspective musings, blending pastel aesthetics with a touch of the beautifully eerie. Explore my daily posts, discover my written books, and lose yourself in the verses I've poured my heart into. We're so glad you're here to share in this journey.
Read our latest dug up musings
In this space, we share verses and musings relating to poems that tell the whole story in morbid detail. We regularly post new poems and musings daily so keep an eye on the blog for updates and freshly dug poems.
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About Mourning Pink
Mourning Pink began as a heartfelt space to share my poetry and short, poignant sayings. It's a personal journey of expression, inspired by the delicate beauty of pastel colors and the intriguing allure of all things spooky. Each word, each poem, is a piece of my soul, offered to you. Join me in exploring the depths of emotion and imagination, one verse at a time.