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."
YOU ARE READING
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...
