The days are colder
Years go by
Every day older
Gray streaks your hair
Horizontal creases cover your hands
Reminiscences are hazier than they were
Summer breeze caresses your skin
Colorful combinations blind your vision
Your rough hand covers my soft one
Red polka dot bathing suit
We look like European models
White lace engulfs my body
We pirouette to our favorite song
Camera flashes and pastel ribbons soar above us
Dreams of who we will become
Holiday in our hearts
You never raise your voice
The world is on your shoulder, I understand
Newborn crying in the eggshell crib
Holding each other, sleep occupies her
Maybe we will be ok
Memories flash through your mind
You loved the way I wore the color of passion
To many years our hearts interlocked
I fled the day my skin turned white
The days are cold
Town house vacant
Slow heartbeat
A picture of me on the fireplace
You haven't touched the frame since
I didn't mean to make you cry
Loretta
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Emotions are a Funny, Complicated Thing.
PoetryLove is a difficult thing to grasp, sure everyone knows that. But what about feelings, emotions, the ironic stuff that goes into love. Pretty complicated if you ask me. •| a love story told in many love stories |• All rights reserved 2016 ©hayleyb...
