short and nimble
long and tedious
whichever shall it be,
it is the fate of everyone,
all the dark red roses
of the garden,
all the reserved smiles
of the homeless,
all the floating leaves
of whistling trees.
all the pain,
all the frustration,
all the suffering,
all the happiness,
all the memories,
all the photographs,
to fade,
to fear,
to get lost
in the midst of c h a o s,
to cry,
to laugh,
all that shall end.
and until that,
until that barrier,
i shall do the best i can do,
until death.
and that includes loving you.
YOU ARE READING
anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
