I watched you going down,
Just like the sunset
Back in my town.
Slowly, your warmth dwindling away,
Too far for me to chase.
Your warmth basked me no more,
Cold nipped my skin,
As you watched me freeze,
With dead brown eyes.
Years went by,
Turning you into a folklore.
But I remember so well,
Your dark brown eyes,
Always in quest of knowledge.
I still search for you,
In the middle of the woods,
At the unvisited places,
Staring at the bright sun,
Hoping to see your dead brown eyes.
~Ash.
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It's been quite a while since I actually wrote something. Maybe because I felt a little unmotivated. Anyway, here's something I wrote last week but forgot to publish.
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