the cold days are near
and those memories are coming back like the freezing winds that whipped around at night.
your face, your touches.. they're all flashbacks,
reminding my mind that when it was cold, you were there to hold me.
but you won't... not this time.
at this very moment, i was your soulmate and you were mine.
lust burned between each kiss and touch.
our eyes of passion would meet.
i loved you.
because of your difference. and who you were.
but at this time of year, you're not the same anymore.
i can't let this beat me.
the flashbacks are black and grey now.
no more color.
no more sorrows.
my life is in color with someone new.
someone better.
someone who's a blessing.
i love him. for his spirit.
our eyes meet with pure love.
his face and kisses are innocent & addicting.
black & grey is the past.
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color is the present.
and hopefully,
the future.
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-Yasmine Phelps
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(Completed) Touching Poetry: Volume II
PoetryThis is Volume Two of Touching Poetry. The continuation of a series of poems, inspired by my imagination, & my sense of style in writing. I hope you all enjoy! @radiantlotus_ (I do not own any photos/clips shown). April 2018 ©
