September 1, 12:20 pm
The waves crashed against the sandy ground, as I walked along it. Gazing into the abyss of what people say the most beautiful view to see. The sky was dim and grey. The smell of rain was upon, yet I ignored. I love the rain anyways.
A soft sigh came from me and I sat down, pulling the sleeves of my heavy sweater over my cold fingers and looked down to see a notebook on my lap. It was mine. I bring it with me everywhere. Whenever I feel inspired to write something down. It was like a daily journal for my thoughts and feelings. It came in handy when I had my check ups for the doctor.
Closing my eyes. I still saw her beneath my eyelids.
Her..
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I lies there, lost;
gazing into the abyss
- I searches for the stars,
determined to discover the patches of smouldering fire,
holding the promise of home.
and with every breath the fire in my heart grows stronger, until it is no longer a flame, but an
i n f e r n o.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
I stared at the sky, watching the subtle turn of the glaxay above me, wind kissing my cheeks. "I miss this." My breath began shakily, a signal of sorts. "I miss seeing everything else fade away when I'm with you."
"I-" I choked, desperatly trying to breath. "I just miss you."
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the art of loving her | completed
Poetry❝ Cold bones, yeah that's my love She hides away, like a ghost Does she know that we bleed the same? ❞ ••• A story about a girl who lost her love at a young age. Now lost and depressed, she goes on with her life, memories, and flashbacks of when her...
