Mist settles
over the scene before me.
A towering oak,
magestic branches stretching,
for heaven.
An old wood swing,
now unused.
Vines snake the ropes,
flowers and brush
carpet the ground.
A world,
secluded.
I see your face,
laughing next to mine.
I see my head on your shoulder,
everything was just fine
counting the stars.
A firery sunset,
that matched our love.
Our first kiss,
not a thing amiss...
agaisnt the oak
in the pouring rain.
I see our last...
the bittersweet memories.
this is something I have to face,
seeing the past...
our place.
YOU ARE READING
Wilted Love
PoetryThis is a set of poems of thoughts I've had, I hope other people can relate to them please vote and comment! <3
