Those days,
when you would
come knocking
on my door,
I would welcome
you with
all the happiness
of a starved
woman
A woman
never been
loved
Who were you?
I never caught
your name.
I would ask you
and see you
mumbling
something
from the corner
of your mouth
but I wasn't
adamant
I was content
to have you
around
You were
the summer
that warmed
my cheeks
Winter,
that froze
my split ends
Spring
that showered me
with the unknown.
Your leaving
was the rain
my tears
sitting in my eyes
quite not falling,
staring at
once
where you
used to sit
And I now knew who you were;
Your name
was
Heartbreak.
A chameleon I should have
run from,
but got dazzled by.
Your appearance
to which I always
greeted with a "hi"
and to your disappearance,
to which
I never got to say,
"goodbye".
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©VioletEden
25thJanuary2017
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
