My heart feels like a dying fire. My eyes are as glossy as a glass still lake. Those words you mumble, makes my heart sink.
I’m afraid, that it will be different. When my mind’s isolated, it doesn’t function.
I want you to know. The moon won’t be as silver and the sun won’t be as warm. And I’m certain. That the clouds will move slower across the sky, and the water’s waves won’t be as restful as they once were.
You kissed my scars, that I didn’t know I had. You kissed my scars that nobody could see. And I didn’t know that a heart could scar, but you did that to me.
The ocean fell from my eyes. Everything about you, would soon be a memory. A hurting memory. The echo of you slowly disappeared, and the only thing left to hold me, were the soft clouds above me, that carry dreams of you.
My name is Autumn Thompson and I am an aspiring poet. I started a blog to finally share my love of words and the depth they hold when put together. I’ve been writing ever since I remember to cope with the world around me, but it’s only until recently I’ve started composing pieces of work with a story to be shared.
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