Cold and following the wind as it danced,
I trudged down the pavement in the bright moon's stare,
The lovers' kissed on in the garden when I glanced
And I threw my eyes elsewhere as my lungs filled up with air.
Despair seemed to tease me as I looked into the distance,
The colours and the wind's touch spoke of her eyes and scent,
The memories came rushing back—of our short little dalliance
And I closed my eyes and brought them to life, as if in an effort to vent.
The voices got louder and the wind stopped hissing,
The memories that had rushed in left in a spree,
A tear rolled out and I realized what I was missing,
Our talks, hugs and moments—those were the moments where I was me.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
