We are two worlds apart
Divided by a fissure of emotions
A sea of ghosts
A skyful of tears
And a surge of heartpiecing wind
Your love continued to be swept by the wind
Towered mountains
And crashed down to the open sea
Drifting away to a place far from home
Vanishing, unmarked
Your last goodbye wasn't even a word
It was a stab to the chest
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
