Should i be happy that she has returned?
Soaring back to me as fast as she left me.
My blood went cold when i felt her return, my heart remembered the fog of my tears.
Tears, tearing down my face, into the canyons in my skin, that hadn't yet scabbed over
Should i be happy,
that she is in my life again?
She still feels like a ghost to me.
Vacant in space, but blanketing me nonetheless.
Time will tell if she resurrects, or sends me back to hell.
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Olive (Poetry Vol II)
PoetryHello dear reader!!! Welcome to Olive, my second book of poetry! Here I will be compiling my original poetry. My uploading will be spontaneous, because I work in short bursts of creativity, so apologies in advance. If you are looking for more of my...
