Serenity left
Is the lie I keep repeating
Serenity never left
I burned its touch to the ground
I remember that it hurt, the embers glistening in the dark
The smoke painting my skin and watering my eyes
I seem to remember everything about our last day together
Except our goodbye
Did we have one??
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Short StoryAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
