DIMMED FIRE
I tried to come back twice in a row,
however, you became cold as snow.
Good for you as you've dodged my bullets,
those were my confusing messages.
And as you ride under the night sky,
I'm hoping thoughts about me fly by.
Our connection might have expired,
you are still the man I admire—
My August friend, my Signal Fire.
YOU ARE READING
PSYCHE'S TEARS
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's experiences with heartbreak before The Muse's Pages.
