He came attracted to your life, casting his shadows away. You giggled at first sight of him and he blushed with shame shivering from the cold outside. He smiled hopefully about you. In that moment you were lost – without a doubt, you allowed entrance and he stepped in with no gratitude or remorse. His dirty appearance in Maki shoes were the only visible signs of the ugliness of what was there and all that he take...
First he was kind and caring offering warm, but as time went by he took what he needed and disappeared without thank you. Still you gave with no question. You began to weaken, lose some of your color, But you offered your warmth to him; loving him, caring for him, even as you begin to grow cool, light; weak.
Still every time he came you gave your life with nothing in return, he became brittle and full of pain. Still your love for him make you blind and you gave and you gave even as just Amber's or what was left of you, he no longer came by, not even to take from you and your light went away and you were no longer you, you were gone, you were ashes, left to blow away, forgotten shivering in the cold.
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A few thoughts
PoetryPoetry is a different kind of story and I'd like to share some of it with anybody who's willing to Listen, Some are sad, some are happy, some are of pain, and some are of love, but none the less I hope you enjoy them.
