Merely disappearing
As fog erupts from your lips
Clear and unassuming
But quiet
Glassy chips
Your words engraved in the cold
Icy for the eye of the beholder
To hold
A lie up the mountains
A mouth of a fountain
Spewing snow
Telling me that you love me
Begging me to let go
Of you
Holding on so tightly, cutting off the circulation
Fog from your lips merely condensation
Glassy snow that collects in my hair
The echo lingering in the air
Not of you, but me
Telling you that i’m sorry
Clinging one last time to your hand
Letting go
Merely disappearing
Into the fog
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They All Cry For You
PoetryAn ever expanding poetry book. Chock full of sad poetry and love poetry.
