She always reminded me of a bird.
She was so peaceful and carefree.
I never saw her worry.
She was magnificent.
I still remember her like a sculpture.
All her features, all her flaws,
everything.
She's like a story that gets to your head,
ones you'll never forget.
I fell for her.
I completely adored her.
To be correct; I still do.
Our time together was more than "something in the moment".
It was more like "I want to continue making memories with you,
forevermore" to me.
Her most dashing feature were her dark hazel eyes,
They looked like coffee-coloured crystal orbs.
They were so magnificent.
Your eyes would be glued to them for days.
Her dirty blonde hair fell upon her shoulders making her diamond shaped face stand out like a painted canvas with a hidden message.
So appealing and significant when you find the message out.
Her smile must have been crafted by the best ceramists.
The freckles on her nose were so perfectly placed, you could dot to dot them and the most beautiful pattern would form.
I wanted to hold onto her for weeks on end.
Unfortunately,
I may remember every single memory we shared,
every feature of her face,
or every little insignificant thing
she has told me.
But,
She most likely doesn't remember me.
I could be a blurry memory to her.
I will always remember her;
the love
we shared.
Even if it kills me that I can't see her nor will I be able to call her mine.
I wish I told her that
I loved her
before she
left,
forever.
She was the lucky one.
The one that escape from the monster that I call myself.
She's free from her shackles that held her down.
The other children didn't want to play with her due to me always attached to her.
Now she's free.
Now she can finally be a bird.
Now she can fly in peace.
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Hiraeth
Poetry(n). A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and deep longing for something, especially one's home in Wales; an ode to the loss of our homeland, our language and our traditions. •I update this quite infrequently :(•
