Like the cool winter winds
I knew you had gone
Forgotten into a memory,
I could no longer recall
As I fought to remember our times,
I dreamt of painful things
A loss of that romantic language
that encompasses the young girl's mind,
I stop to reminisce
In those fleeting moments when you could still make me smile.
YOU ARE READING
Across The Cosmos
PoetryPoetry is a way of saying the things that are sometimes too hard to say. It is how a heart can express itself in the most slip-shod manner it could ever possibly whip up. And this is a story about me. About my heart and about my life. It is about my...
