Autumn
The crisp air as heartbreaking as the first sight.
Each breath more painful then the next,
One foot in front of another, a pattern of lost bliss.
Crunch of leaves fresh on the cement.
Leaves drifting in and out, one after the next.
Each leaf drifting in the wind, a lost soul,
Detached from a memory, dissipated from a love.
Each leaf stabs my heart, a reopened wound.
The first coming back, just as painfully.
Not my best, I know...
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365 Days (Poetry)
Poetry365 Days. There are 365 days in a year. That is 364 normal days, and the lucky 1 day, that is astounding. These are poems of MY 365 days, my life. However, this will not be 365 poems, because wattpad doesn't allow that... it will be 36 poems, and o...
