themes: nostalgia, longing, heartbreak
the greatest heartbreak of all
wasn't when you walked away
but instead it's the moments of you
simply becoming the memory of you
perhaps we were the heroes
of our own greek tragedy
our bodies sculpted into time
eyes fixating flames on each other
perhaps we were the artists
of the greatest renaissance
our bodies painted hand in hand
a rebirth of all we have known
the crumbling of our statues
was inevitable like an empire's fall
the burning of our genius
should have been foreseen
all that's left of a memory
is the nostalgia of what never was
just a girl with daisies in her hair
and a boy with cigarettes in his pocket
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aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
