In the tender glow of dusk, we danced.
Laughter like wind chimes, soft, entranced.
Ice cream dates, her favorite mint chip;
Mine, cherry gate.
The sky is her favorite color, a periwinkle blue, like her summer dress
Cigarettes and long talks, a fleeting touch, and gentle chase
Billie eilish played in the twilight gleam, It's just her and I, lost in a dream, her voice a whisper, mine a hum, together we faced the world, never succumb.
Then, sorrow...
Oh so obvious, a shadow in the corner of our light.
Her cough, more cigarette smoke, faint but visible, a silent worry we dared to ignore
Her smile faded, slow but sure, a beauty dimmed, not as pure.
I clung to memories, bright and fair, of ice cream dates and periwinkle air.
As winter fell, her breath grew weak, her laughter now a memory I'd seek.
I held her hand, frail and cold, the vibrant Charlotte once so bold.
In the end, dusk did claim, her light extinguished, my heart aflame, love now stained with grief.
Death, the eternal thief
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Wilted roses from me
ŞiirDelves into the beauty and fragility of human emotion through evocative and poignant poetry. This collection captures the essence of sorrow, love and introspection with a unique blend of lyrical elegance and raw honesty. Each verse/stanza explores...
