Dedicated to my new Swiftie friend, bedazzlingblues! Thank you for plugging this poetry book! It means a lot! ♡
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I remember
that day when
the sun's okay
and your face
chased the
blues away;
when you sat
next to that girl
beside the window
and did all you can
to make her forget
her sorrow.
You uncautiously
trespassed in a
reserved space;
filled an empty jar
not for you to fill;
wrote in blank pages
of green, which
are all blank for
someone else;
colored her memories
yellow, her heart red,
and made her crawl
late to her bed.
You filled her thoughts.
Fed her with butterflies
and lilies, filthy insecurities.
Poured her ink on green
and make her lips turn to beam.
But those days passed
and are all now gone--
already dusted in the
pages of history;
set to flames, then ashes;
piled in forgotten crashes;
taken by the spur of time,
the snippets.
And she sees you now
trespassing to yet another
provided space.
Chasing the new's blues away,
just the way you chased hers.
You turn another pair of lips
to beam; happy as it seems,
and by just watching you
she wants to get back the snippets,
washing away the tears,
all she has are regrets.
