Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2016
and so that was it
we carried on like
spring turned to summer
and we fell
like autumn leaves
and winter snow

cold and bitter
our hearts were
but warm and sweet
our souls

the walls were never
opened up
blown away
like ash and dust
the tiny house
on the hill
with a fence
surrounding
forbidden entry
with a sign that said
β€˜always welcome’

too tired
couldn't sleep
laying awake
too long
saw the sun come up
it wouldn't last
for you

cold we looked
but warm we felt
your fire
melted the war inside
armour fell through
caved in
like a house of cards
enclosing the life
that once was

and slowly but surely
we fell
like autumn leaves
and winter snow
we changed
the way spring's rain
grew summer's flowers
and that was it
so we carried on
Not specifically for anything/anyone, I just had words. They don't make much sense but poetry isn't about what's written on the page, it's about the way it makes you feel.
Aoife
Written by
Aoife
  820
       Robert Carroll Spear, mak, ---, Homunculus, --- and 2 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems