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The worlds time blurs behind me as people walk past
Slow steady breaths that fill my lungs with oxygen
I studied the faint object, cautious calculations
Ran through my head as I decide whether to investigate it
A red rose it be
In the distance it stood as my vision grew clearer
It was the only one I knew
Standing alone in this field
I studied it longer, taking deep breaths
I dare not startle the flower with my ambitions
So I approached it slowly, reaching my hands out to grab
Hold of the rose
But it withered in my palms, turned to dust so quickly
The grass around me swaying slower
Time had slowed
I could see the wings of birds as they sawed the skies
I could hear the brush of the trees
I bent down to feel the grass and it turned into dust
Just as the rose did, laying beside each other
As the wind picked up my ashes and I floated away
I felt the world around me connect once more
Yet I no longer saw a rose
But the faint silhouette of a woman I once loved
I love...
I stood in a room tears caressing down my cheek
As I took in every detail
Wondering if it was still her, captivated by her beauty
I took a second to look around the room I was in
Studying every nook and cranny
And it was our room
The room we shared before she passed away
The room we spent our nights in
Reading poems as if we were the great Shakespeare
Literature rolling off ours tongues
Her smile raised a thousand hairs on my arms
And sent my heart beating a thousand miles per hour
Shivering as the tips of her fingers brushed my cheek
Gently
My lip quivered as I stared into her eyes
And she looked back the same, glass like tears fell
With each blink
And I try to push them away but others fall
My hand caressed your cheeks, I wanted to see you smile
Forever
But you cried, and cried, apologising for dying
Your eyes went bloodshot and your cheeks puffed
My chest sunk at the sight, your skin started to fade
And as I realise your just a silhouette
Your body started fading as I tried to grasp at your waist
And pull you into my chest
I asked god to take me back to that field
Begging, sobbing on my knees, hands clasping my chest
It's so difficult to breath through my lungs
God take me back.
To where we shared our love for the last time
So that I can say it one more time
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
