Lying on aged lilac sheets
Playing the games we used to love
Hold so dearly
In the yard
Pretending we are people
We are not
Smoke from the adults' cigarettes
Carry into the wind
Inhaled into your lungs
It got the best of you
I cannot pretend anymore
Or play games
In the yard where pine needles pierce my bare feet
I find my heart in pieces
I was lied to on
Aged lilac sheets
They are stained
Tattered, torn, forlorn
Forgotten
The divided sky's canvas
Haunts my irises to this day
I once cried
I reminisce to the lilac skies
On nights where I lie alone
Seldom I think of you
Yet when I do
I wonder
Do you cry?
Did you ever cry, too?
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Heart of Steel
PoetryFollowing the completion of "Stars of Freedom", I will continue writing here. Thank you! <3 12/19/23-Present
