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Ann Aug 2018
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Ann Aug 2018
said you
moved on,
but
i never did.
sometimes some things take a long time to be forgotten.
Ann Aug 2018
fingers cold
face sad yet
yearning for you
Kayla.

still looking over
the river everyday

watching your
faint image
s l o w l y
d i s a p p e a r i n g.

fading with the
colors of
our love

ever changing with
the colors of our
skies.

I still love you Kayla.
.
I really do
Ann Aug 2018
loved     -    y o u       -    kissed      
                                  
                             &

                       cried for  
                            you
                            too.­
Ann Aug 2018
why
does
every thing
f e e l
so
  right.

when
y o u ' r e
right
beside me?

~
Ann Aug 2018
She breathes softly,
on the
window pane

leaning against
the hard glass

her eyes
moving,
with the
flickering,
street lamps.

She notices him
again

like every other day,

moving,
ever so swiftly
braving along,
the cold winds
rushing past

his hair,
slightly covering
his deformed
ears.

Her fingers feels
numb,
against the
hardened glass

she falls
down,
sobbing
tears with guilt.

She places her
forehead,
against the
cold glass

feeling herself with him.

The church bell,
chimes

sobbing harder
silently making,
a prayer
for,
her son.

The street lamps,
flickering
yet,
again with a
warm glow,
surrounding
itself.

The old woman,
making her way
along,
with him.

He stands,
looking above
where
she,
had left.

The church bells,
chimes

striking twelve
midnight.

It's Christmas already,
says the
old woman,
dragging him with
her,

just like thousands,
of others
braving through
the freezing
cold,
on one
Christmas eve.
I wrote this a long time back, probably like two years ago. Hope you like reading it :)
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