by Xanthe   Dec 31, 2012

I suppose I've been dreaming again
of a possibility of another life -
one that could finally be mine.
Did you realise that grey
clouds could also blush
could also be tempted,
could also be loved?

You curled up, trying to get warm,
hiding in the coldest of caves, believing
you'd never be warm again.
But your heart is a sun
and I remember how you smiled
before that wintry Summer. And I -
I should have plunged in it,
pretend it was mine, even for a moment
so I'd have learnt how it felt - how to be -

There has been one too many
deaths this year,
new graves to burnish -
three in total, laid in a backdrop
of grass dew-kissed,
greener than the previous year.
And yours, dear -

yours was



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  • 8 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Grey clouds blushing and wintry summers.
    seriously? only your wonderfulness could pull that off.

    That ending ... </3

    Sorry my comments suck, I can't seem to write anything of worth, forgive me lol.

  • 8 years ago

    by Danielle


  • 8 years ago

    by Jaymi Lynn

    Absolutely beautiful ans so strikingly true.

  • 8 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Awww darling I'm so sorry for your loss if this is all a true write....

    However, I do like what you have done here..I like the irony is grey clouds blushing, and wintry summer....very intriguing, kind of vivid.

    What I'm guessing out of your last stanza, is that this persons gravestone, but I can't see, to figure out if you mean unpolished like its old and needs polished or touched up...or unpolished like its a clean slate and all the others are polished with long overgrown grass....either way that image is also vivid and describes such sadness.

    Your writes are amazing.

  • 8 years ago

    by Mohan

    Awesome:)- i like it