i could document every passing day
the falling of leaves on soft yellow grass
cold wind that gently glides its hands across your skin
a quiet greeting of a season
you lose so much when you start to feel again.
it was just last year that i loved and i lost him
and i loved and i lost her
and i lost more and more until i found how to love myself
i could touch the part of myself that was aching, stuck in autumn and frozen cold
i could hold it in my hand and feels its pain,
i just needed a way to talk to it
and i did
and we made peace
all the parts of me i couldnt find became what i need
and i found myself in octobers air,
the soft cool breeze
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some questions id ask my creator about the sun the moon and my place in between
Poetrysome poetry. some common themes are, DID (dissociative identity disorder, the spilt in someones identity which causes them to alter between multiple other identities. more formal term for multiple personalities.) religion (i am not religious, the ma...
