The sunset.
The sunset aurifies her hazel eyes.
The sunset makes me ache to reach out and touch her. Taste her.
As I stare, I wonder if she knows.
If she knows how I think of her.
If she knows, I dream about us every night.
Alas, I turn my head back and stare at the sunset. Ithink about how beautiful it is.
She's as beautiful as this sunset.
Maybe she thinks the same of me.
The sunset.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 8:35 PM UTC
I carry a piece of everyone I've ever loved with me.
Whether they bit, scratched, screamed, or loved me, they still follow me around.
Haunting me so that someday I'll live in the memories.
I'll drive past that place, smell that perfume, or say something a past friend said to me. And I will remember it all for those brief seconds.
i will smile although I know I'll forget again.
I'll relive those moments and then realize time keeps moving and so should i.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 8:33 PM UTC