Crimson skies and emerald trees unite
To replace my window with a canvas.
If everyone below stood still for a moment
I might even think they were a just a figment,
From the depths of my wandering mind.
Nothing is missing, yet this feels incomplete.
In the clear, cloudless skies tinted with blood,
Your absence stares back with wistful eyes.
All the long walks I love to take
Listening to the waves fight with the rocks.
They have this familiarity
That once resided with you.
All the lavenders and irises you left me with
Have withered and grayed like I'm colorblind.
All the hues of you I knew,
Have begun to feel fake and dyed.
Every tear I shed, there are traces of you
Every word I write, spells like your name
Gliding across paper, ink never runs out
As I try and fail
To rid myself of you.
- Izzie. H
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Carnivals
PoetryLove is a dagger, as said by Loki. And life is a series of unfortunate events. Since it looks a tad too dark, let's switch it up. As I see it, life is a series of carnivals. And we're trying to make sense of all the chaos as we go.This is a book on...
