What happened
To the love that was there
I miss those random blonde hairs
That used to cling for life to my face
Halfway through the day
A shimmering thread catches my eye
Blowing and waving on my shoulder
As to say hi remember me
I pick it off with a smile
Treasuring it like a sliver of gold
Those little things are precious
I can still catch a sweet scent
Citrus shampoo wafting
Dancing tendrils of scented memories
It's always been the little things
That keeps me going
That keeps me in the positive
That brings me back through the trials
It's always the little things
Like that precious golden strand.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
