Stubborn.
Sticking around.
Keeping me guessing.
Waiting for your misty presence.
It gazes at me.
Sits on the grave
Of who she once was.
A surreal experience.
Something like no other.
How could she be here?
Have I gone crazy?
My mind has melted.
I'm twisted.
A whirlwind of emotion.
All the wrong ones.
All the ones people fear.
Sadness,
Anger,
Guilt,
No sense of happiness.
I don't want to die,
But if a car was coming,
I wouldn't budge.
Stubborn.
I don't want to die,
But if you put a gun to my head,
I wouldn't cry.
Stubborn.
She knows this
As she counts the petals,
Those blushing pink petals.
They ring out memories -
Melancholy thoughts
Of hopelessness.
Hopeless I remain.
Hopeless I will stay.
Stubborn.
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Bathe in Color
RomanceParis Wills is a dreamer. His father always said he got it from his mom, an artist who was unlike any other. Her virtue was painting, and Paris' is poetry. No matter where he is, Paris finds inspiration for his poems. In the summer after his sophom...
