I remember the call of your eyes,
hazel storms wrecking tides,
I remember the pull of your arms,
safe and warm, a hiraeth.
The night is frosty and I'm all alone,
holding onto you beneath the wall of stone
And I wish it didn't have to be this way,
wish I could run to you and say,
I was me when I was with you,
much more than a caricature purged of hue,
much more than the tapestry of scars that litter my mind and soul,
you breathed love into me and made me whole!
The night is frosty and I'm all alone,
remembering the feel of you etched in my bones,
I allow your memories to drown me tonight,
before the day comes to vanquish this night!
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Mosaic | S.Snape
Poetry|| Poem collection || "Every bit of him is poetry, a mosaic of love, duty, morality and tragedy" Started On: 15th May 2023 Completed On:
