RESURGENCE
|12•13•2019|
I put my foot down to stop
This world that I alone made up.
The fluttering fireflies, they're all a lie.
The once floriferous bluebells die.
I buried him while he's still alive,
Turned my back on him for the last time.
Said that those were the last words I'll ever write,
But the breeze blew the veil away that night.
Maybe I just closed my eyes when he's around,
Tried to stop myself in hearing his voice resound.
Stopped the surge of electricity when he and I touch,
But I can't command the hammering of my heart to stop.
The flowers for him stand tall once more,
My sight still treats and holds him dear
And my lips always mimic his heartwarming smile,
I thought I moved on but to hold him I'd run a million miles.
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Love Not Given Meaning
PoetryWhat does it feel to fall in love, be in love, and fall out of love? What does it feel when you like someone, but you don't have the courage to tell them? What does it feel like to discover a feeling so wonderful and beautiful it feels like it becom...
