to my cheek the wind blew its cold breeze,
rustling the leaves of the trees,
and skies of blue turn heavy gray,
to halt children’s plans to play,
but mine’s only to watch the heavens’ tears—
to fulfill the cold the Earth seeks,
quenching the thirst of drylands,
or reaching down to my hands,
for sure, to paint a little smile,
on the worn-out face for a while,
with the chill coming to embrace—
whilst the sun’s about to lose its rays.
'tis the season I have awaited,
either hated or a favorite,
taking me back to the time,
when I dreamt of you being mine,
and how I once fell before,
with all signs ignored,
but if pain comes back around,
it is much milder now;
with rain where it used to soak me in,
asking where the one has been,
I cleanse my mind off the ache,
for a hope of finally healing the break.
— JAYVIE
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that feeling every night (Completed)
Poetry5th Poetry Anthology a compilation of diary entries, but in the most poetic way possible. I'm glad I can share these emotions with you, even if they capture the unhappy moments in my life - that feeling every night. 🩶 Date Published: August 16, 2023
