My father -
like a fire on a cool, windless day
Hesitant at destruction
but irreversibly devastating.
My mother -
like crisp parchment
Just waiting to be taken and set
ablaze
by the fiery inferno.
Owen -
I'm sorry for all those times I should have
just
said
"I'm sorry"
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
