he'd tell a story
with his movements,
his sad, round eyes,
matched the skies
whatever color it turned,
oh, so gray,
his smile was
a ghost of what it
once was,
stood in the middle of nowhere,
wind blowing his strands
across his still face,
he waited and i watched
as the one he loved
broke his heart once more,
she's left him
all alone.
note:
thought i was gone? nope. vote and/or comment your thoughts? what do you think the story was behind this? i'd love to read your thoughts. thank you so much. <3
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silent thoughts
Poesieand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
