I left her
it was for me, it was a blur.
for I'd miss the flowers, their colorful bliss.
her. and that kiss
the sun set slowly fading
our relationship, how devastating?
how sun would slowly turn into rain
how those words sliced into pain.
but she wouldn't get to me.
not this time, anyway.
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
