That moment
Fog lifting from the lake
Silent crisp air
My stubbornness
I see you
Walking to me
And I still grasp
For
Different
A change in the past
That moment
Fog lifting from the lake
Silent crisp air
My stubbornness
I see you
Walking to me
And I still grasp
For
Different
A change in the past
Walk home
And open all the windows
Find the breeze
With the largest floral scent
Place your heart on the sill
Leave it for the night
Find it full in the morning
And take it back
And smile
Sit in the field
Let the rain fall
Spring sweat
Iced to the skin
Wake in the field
All paths lost
Overgrown grass
Unbending to your step
Look up to the sun
A blinding light
Escaping sight
Blistering your core
A black wallowing creeps within
Clawing under my skin
Suppress my turmoil from them all
Whispers outside run silent
Not a soul to tell
Suspicions no longer exist
Loneliness builds up
Screams echo in my head
My mouth stays closed
As my torment unfolds
I write a poem for every mood
I could write one about your shoe
I wrote a poem when you broke my heart
I wrote another when my life fell apart
I love to write about your smile
I seem to write best when I’m extremely tired
I wrote a poem for our darkest day
I wrote another when I walked away
I will write for class
I love to write while lying in the grass
I wrote of the clouds beneath our feet
I wrote of the world I wanted to keep
I see the future and write it down
I dreamed my death and write above the mound
I wrote to the ocean and to the sea
I wrote of birth and what will be