Losing a friend
Losing a limb
They're quite similar
I never knew the true feeling of that
Until today
I weeped until I didn't have the energy
It seemed like I would never lose them
Now, it's like a world without flowers
The smell of lilacs and roses have disappeared
All I smell now
Is ashes and the cold, autumn air
It smells foreign
Like someone who I had never met
Shaking hands with a stranger
When I should've been hugging you
I miss you
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•Mind on Paper•
PuisiThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
