You know me, I was always a dreamer.
When I was torn apart from you, I lived in moments of us.
I envisioned us in stalactite-covered caves,
Imagining those crystals' light would reflect on you,
And you would glow with a million colours of light, as you always do.
But these worlds that I create in my mind now are cold and lonely,
Nothing like those glancing beams of clarity
That you would provide me with.
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Never In Spring ✓
PoetryAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024