His words were air
They floated meaninglessly around
And I shivered there
As he left behind an empty atmosphere
I searched for his warming words
But they had faded like embers
His careless flames had sung like birds
Though the smoke blurred my way
What can a girl expect from a heart unknown
Whether it be blazing hot or cold as iron
Where weed-like words are wastefully sown
I sat in this burnt out, but frozen field alone
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This Is The Sad Part
PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
