Jul 5
these echoes are still in my mind
(that look in your eyes,
the one you gave across the world)
scraps of you torn apart by time
(the promises we made,
wavering like a conquered flag)
(that look in your eyes,
the one you gave across the world)
scraps of you torn apart by time
(the promises we made,
wavering like a conquered flag)
this one is very visual to me in a way I can't communicate in the main body. the words are on a battlefield, but few in number - they're the wind, the ashes, and the last remnants of a war long past. it's the quiet that is the strongest emotional pull. the silence, the little remains of a destruction that was once there.
(19/Genderqueer)
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