Owen,
The ice thaws slowly around my heart
Just as one door of
my life
closes another slowly
Open, as I sit in the oven
of your affair waiting and fighting
longing to stay with you in your
arms but knowing that its
all a lie.
simple lies lying around my core
of existent the essence
of my very being rests
upon your shoulders
the simple thoughts that falter and
miss my mind land
in my heart
wave after wave, just turns up the temperature
in the oven I
feel into
lil
YOU ARE READING
Old jeans
Short StoryPoetry. And Letters. Prose. "You know when old jeans no longer have that new feeling and you hate them? Just like old love." - Lily Lily is a girl that has her heart crushed like throwing away your favorite jeans. These are love letters that he nev...
