We had to come here....
So that I could be sure,
No one cares about the memories,
or me.........
anymore.
His blank eyes,
held the coldest stare ..
I willed my eyes, "open!",
Can't acknowledge, I'm scared.
All my faith has been broken.
Where are the stairs??
I can slip, trip, or fall...
I no longer care...
Wherever it's quiet ,
Please, Dreams, take me there..
Maybe, one day,
Find a broom and pan,
Today, Tickets sold out,
To destination, 'Neverland'..
Go back to the place,
where my soul's heart was crushed...
Don't worry, ....
It's cold now...
I promise, ...
No rush.
Maybe I'll get
as much as I can...
and try to melt the splinters,
together, ...again...
🍀Heart won't look the same, ...
....I know.
Smaller, ....but a whole lot thicker, ..
..fo sho.
💞
🍀Romeo's Loss🍀
YOU ARE READING
Fly Through The Fire
PoetryBrief bit of poetry. Failure, and gain. Not enough for a novel, but enough for a frame. Feel alone? You are. No worries...Me too. Perhaps I'll strike the match... Torch the light, within you.
