Dusk to dusk,
a trickle of a familiar stream,
flowing memories,
awoke by mourning,
Freedom came with a cost,
between the two,
broken by the seams,
couldn't hold onto you,
Letting go,
no.
Like falling into anew.
Some things remain the same,
the sun lingering on an untouched skin,
Warming the gaze.
Shy bore all the whys,
curious began to grow,
In dark places,
And empty spaces.
Freedom came with a cost,
holding strength to your chest.
Time flowing endlessly,
our will started to bend,
selfishness left an indent,
lost in our tracks,
thorns,
scars,
stumbling blocks,
Just as the seasons change,
Our lives will inevitably rearrange.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
Dusk to dusk,
a trickle of a familiar stream,
flowing memories,
awoke by mourning,
Freedom came with a cost,
between the two,
broken by the seams,
couldn't hold onto you,
Letting go,
no.
Like falling into anew.
Some things remain the same,
the sun lingering on an untouched skin,
Warming the gaze.
Shy bore all the whys,
curious began to grow,
In dark places,
And empty spaces.
Freedom came with a cost,
holding strength to your chest.
Time flowing endlessly,
our will started to bend,
selfishness left an indent,
lost in our tracks,
thorns,
scars,
stumbling blocks,
Just as the seasons change,
Our lives will inevitably rearrange.
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