We used to talk every night; you never let me fall asleep.
A certain wonder enticing my eyes to refrain from closing in your company.
I would instead stray as the rolling thunder, masquerade as your thin visage reflected.
I wore you, yet what is it that you colored me?
When we started this you were my softness, my tranquil dawn,
My summertime siesta, a picture perfect minute,
The heavens above fields of dreams, where kites drift on a clear breeze
And rain never falls as the Sun never fades.
But Suns always set, and so moments become memories,
And against that tide of a shifting sky,
Time revealed that softness to be such a frail thing…
My mornings turned into the sound of scraping ice.
The sight of my numb breath, frost laced kisses,
Caught in the dark of the far to early evening,
A rattling through my lungs that drives my body to shivering pieces
Across these unshoveled sidewalks of December, Ohio.
Yes, I was still draped in your color, but only now do I see
The never-ending shades that your blue could be.
OMG this is so damn relatable!
Its beauutifully written ❤
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Thank you!! I mean I would hope nobody could relate to this, but sadly the worlds not so kind. Still, I can’t express enough how much it means to me to be able to share things like this and have people connecting with my words.
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I get what you’re feeling.. and yeah it’s sad to know that soo many people out there in the world have undergone the same. Will always be there for anything that you need ❤🤗
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Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you!! I feel like my writing as of late has been a bit to depressing, even for me, but it feels like I’m really letting something go by sharing it. And I’m glad other people can read it and see something, feel something more.
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As more we let go and as more we feel better lighter.as more we throw our feelings in words and as less they grow inside hunting us.keep it up,weather your writing is happy or “depressing”,as you say,it will always be therapeutic for you and for your readers….you might help more people then you think,beside yourself.Have a great day dear.❤️
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Softness and warmth, there is nothing in the world quite like them. I find blue is my favourite colour, but the ice blue of winter is not something that I would miss.
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