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The Morning starts well
then memories flood my eyes.
The mourning begins.
21.02.2017
then memories flood my eyes.
The mourning begins.
21.02.2017
Literature
dark sheets
she was tired
and always seemed to be
with her mind moving slower than her hands
her hands still trailing behind others
she was beautiful
even with bags under her eyes,
there was so much warmth to her face,
you’d want to make your bed within her cheekbones
she was smart
but managed to forget to turn off the stove
and burn her hands on curling irons
she was tired
because she refused to sleep
refused to succumb to the strength
of the dark sheets you ruined her under
she was not weak
and will say so, everyday,
until you can hear her
Literature
a fleeting storm
You were a snowflake,
delicate and wondrous,
falling from the sky,
blanketing the world
in winter's kiss.
I wanted to melt you
with my touch,
give you a taste
of my Spring fingertips.
Our dance
was a fickle one
but we both enjoyed the chase.
We were a storm
furious then fleeting,
only of trail of flurries
left behind in our wake.
Literature
... one small question ...
You made me smile at a time, that all I did was cry.
You were there for me, even if you didn't know.
And now you're gone – without a word
left me alone…
I'm not mad at you, it was your choice
But still there is one small question,
that keeps constantly playing on my mind
WHY
– why you left without a
GOODBYE.
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