She always smiled.
And that was all that he remembered of her.
Even when he laid in the cold, dark floor
And his wet tears dried all the way down to the bottom on his neck
He still ached for time
Just a while longer
Just eternity together
Just together. With her.
And so laid the unpacked boxes and opened jars of paint that they were suppose to arrange
But she couldn't make it.
For she laid in dirt and stoic.
As the once breaths she only took for him.
Were now silenced, unheard from his cries.
And the dreams that he once dreamed as they laid face to face
Lost in each other's eyes.
But now he was lost in an empty house that was filed with her shadows.
-written when you're not sure of tommorow, yet all you can do is hope you make it.
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The Truth Left Unspoken
PoetryA collection of poems/short stories. • • • Lines of letters that you cannot confront. Lines of words that you are too scared to admit Lines of phrases that are truth finally spoken
