The light shines off the plane of my cheeks
Gripping my skin, my heart burning
I am a happy soul,
profound I read the words that only
God can tell me
Innocence only fades, it doesn't run away.
Sitting in the dismal room,
four white lines
six whites lines
A boy whose eyes
look sorer than mine
Was I naive to believe they wouldn't bring me down
with them?
I only found him to be as beautiful as the sunrise over
the mountain when the day is still ripe
because he seemed so lost, so hopeful
his dreams pouring from his eyes
He didn't take my hand.
But I followed.
And now he's dying on the couch
Now I'm crying on the bathroom
He said I didn't know what it meant to be alone
I just needed to wash my blood of the traces of yesterday
And night falls, flickers, and the mirror shows the closed windows
an ashtray on the table with ten dead cigarette butts
one still smoking in swirls in the air
I slam the door.
I leave them there.
Now
All anyone can see on me are the
shadows.
Author notes
Written on a loss of innocence due to a crush, I suppose.
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And night falls, flickers, and the mirror shows the How the closed windows
an ashtray on the table with ten dead cigarette butts
one still smoking in swirls in the air, make this an important role in this here vicinity, is like the reality has beckoned, and you feel even more trapped. The love is either not ready, or never will be, a one way passage here, but at least you gave the reader to make their mind up.
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Very well put. I loved the descriptions. Everyone remembers the moment when they became jaded, and left the naivete of childhood, and you beautifully told the story of yours. Well Done!
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