The leaves have left the tree
The rain has no memory of the sky,
Abandonment is everywhere I see
And yet I can't seem to bid goodbye.
----I cupped the old love in my hand
And bowed down one last time,
You never seemed to understand
We were walking a very thin line.
----In my gallery you were a painting
Now you've been taken down.
In my playlist you were a song
Now the storage has run out.
----We were not two halves
But two full moons,
Couldn't survive the aftermath
Now we're both fools.
----You were my beginning
You're still my dawn,
I thought we were brimming
Now we're just dead leaves on a lawn.
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PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...