And it gets a little darker
Tainted by every night spent
Doing bad things.
But I think these days
Are golden- we are so beautiful
Right now, I feel my love not
In waves but in circles.
The love for my friends is an endless loop.
And some circles are disrupted
By perhaps myself. It is my own fault.
We shall see what the next cycle will bring
The circles I will make
To heal my broken heart
Mourning those I can only watch fade from me.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
