By: Ashar
I heard a sound, as faint as her tone
The sun was as shy, the river was nigh
For the world was in a spiral, a story for one’s dawn
I drag by my reflection across the sands of her bly
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Caught my eye, bright as the sun flickering by the ocean
Fresh as her soul was the dress she wore, ashen
The air gazing through my chest spout out alive
Ah! But her heart was of stone, she could not thrive
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A story of betrayal, sorrow, and love
It was what made us whole for each disfigured
To each of their own, the darkness came from above
Images dancing of our hands together, walls lingered
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Golden hair, purple eyes, mango residue
A gentle smile, soft-touch, there were only a few
Warm lighting, cozy was her sensation, innocent like a barn owl
Writing about her I wonder who was she under her cowl
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Running through the park, memories rewritten, like a dandelion shawl
Giggling and looking at each other, oh! did we fall.
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She might be gone, fixed was she, for I was broken once more
By my dishonesty, I don’t understand why she has to go
Young was her spirit, or so spoke her lore
Everything seems clear, blinded by the snow
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It was as if yesterday she was my guardian
Couldn’t see for she was my grim reaper
Shredded once again, I started to wonder
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Who was she when I first met her, I heard the accordion
Who were are we really?
Whoa this is so so good
Amazing piece!!!
Beautifully written
Intriguing and fascinating. The best I liked was the Imagery formed with these lines: “Running through the park, memories rewritten, like a dandelion shawl
Giggling and looking at each other, oh! did we fall.” Good one.
This was really beautiful.
Loved this!
It’s so well-placed and vivid. Nicely done 👏
Beautiful!
This was so good!