White Flag

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Sometimes i just lay on the ground thinking of you.

I stare at my walls but i can’t see anything.

I can only imagine your face.

I study you in my mind,

thinking of your lush hair flowing in the autumn breeze.

Your piercing eyes that i constantly long to peer into,

feeling a sudden warmth as i stare into an abyss of those hazelnut spheres.

These thoughts of you bring me comfort until i come to your lips.

Those lips which have betrayed me,

stolen by another in a passionate exchange of pure emotion.

Whenever i think of your lips time just stops

and I remember the short time we shared.

Do you remember the bus rides?

You would fall asleep on the way back home,

resting your head on my shoulders.

Weeks after i would still daydream of those moments.

Or maybe you remember the way i used to look at you,

with all the affection i had whenever you would talk to me.

I felt as if the entire universe simply revolved around us at times like those.

I still remember holding you,

feeling as if nothing could break our bond.

You were the only thing that held me together in times of personal conflict.

But now that you’re gone i have nothing left to hold on to.

I can’t find a reason to fight anymore and i’m on the verge of submission...

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 20, 2014 ⏰

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