I passed your grave today
I had to stop...
Your death is still fresh in my mind
like the scent of rain
on a small flower.
I continue to wait for it wither
and die...but it still remains.
Your voice has become a
muted noise in my heart.
Your face invisible to
the memories I hold.
Your touch now a mere
itch on my skin.
Why have you gone from me?
yet the ghost of you remains...
Vivid captivation I can't break this trance
eyes like demons pierce through me
and you're never coming back...
Flowing white silk
movement matches delicate swans
and you're never coming back...
Bone freezes beneath blood
from the touch of transparency
and you're never coming back...
I can't feel you here but
the ghost of you remains.
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just some random stuff
uhmm this journal is about anything or everything.. its all up to my mood..
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