I love collecting past lovers flowers, letting them dry, and watch the color fade
I remember Zach placed the corsage on my hand
I saved that one for a year
Amir brought me roses the first time we went out
He left me in the car outside of Kroger to pick them up and I pretended I didn't know
I saved those for three years
I still have Andrew's.
You see I fall into these episodes where I feel the worst pain
It's easy to get distracted by life and forget who you are and where you came from
I used to have it engraved on both my hands
Now only deep wounds are left on my heart.
When the world gets quiet or when too much enters my life, I go back to find her
I lay in bed crying for hours
Not all of us come from the land of sunshines and rainbows
My land was filled with tears
I sometimes wonder if I've used my lifetime supply of tears
or if I will soon.
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Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2020 17:37
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Very emotive write pg, I am sure that your tears will stop flowing when the right person comes into you life and brings you flowers every day.
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no my dear, the morose reality of humanity is we're made more of water/moisture than any other singular element, so cry yourself to that land of momentary peace, as many times as it takes: just remember, to leave it all on your pillow, wash it clean and puff it back-up - ready, for what's sure to come next...
'It's easy to get distracted by life and forget who you are and where you came from
I used to have it engraved on both my hands
Now only deep wounds are left on my heart.'
I like the poetic flow in these lines
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