I give you my words,
wrapped with pieces of my heart,
fragmented muse of the soul,
I give you my words.
Words
Monthly Archives: January 2021
Love
It was not always like matches and wildfires,
but their love…
was like peaceful sleep
after a long hard day,
like sunrise after a dark storm,
fresh, like the smell of flowers that lingered,
long after one walked away,
their love was like answers
to questions of the heart.
Gone too Soon
And with a blink of an eye
you are one with the sky
reminding us of how fragile,
we are…
and that time
only exists when you actually live
in the moment
for tomorrow, we all become stardust.
Poetry
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
Tears
And where the flowers don’t bloom,
and the grass don’t grow,
my tears go,
as rain.
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