SECRETS IN THE WIND.
when the sun hides behind the oak trees,
i rustle through burnt orange leaves.
i blow against shivering naked arms,
tangled between sticky fingertips.i move through crowds, but do not shove.
hidden, but fallen trees cause loud screams.
the gasp of air you catch or the slams on your doorstep.
through blind eyes, i wander through restless nights.i am the receiver of secrets.
the stutters between two distant lovers;
the final goodbye, the sudden disbelief.
temptation is an excuse; the weapon that kills.when whispers caress the stiff sea breeze,
you dream of my featherily touch.
healing does not come in a storm,
but i refuse to stay and conform.- jaclyn taylor {jtsworks}
this is an ~eh~ poem from my soph. year that required a persona.
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