You say nothing's the same anymore,
but how could I forget
that last winter rose from a stranger
which numbed my pain quietly — softly
with dew of hope
and removed the stains of darkness
from the book of my life.
I was sick with a contagious disease called ego
hiding in my thoughts,
adulterating my expressions with brutal vibes
and left me in a ward of tears;
Those promises of spring in your smile
revived me from that chaos.
The poems we wrote on the moon
with the ink of our scars;
the wild flowers you grew on my barren soul
are still there.
Surfing on the waves of dreams
in my oceanic sleep
near the shore of your arms;
was it the truth or
a butterfly of happiness with wings of lies?
Don't light up the matchstick
with your steps
because my heart is a thin paper
made of emotions,
which will burn
in the flames of your good-byes.
Oh my goodness this just hit me with a tonne of bricks and for some reason made me think about my first 'boyfriend' who decided (well his family did) to move to Aus after him promising me we'd marry one day and he broke my heart bear in mind though we were only 8 haha we were just really good friends but he always said one day he'd marry me... Anyways nothing beats the good old days (and I'm only young haha) the description of this is amazing though and your words as ever have fascinated me and left me in a daze so thank you I truly appreciate how touching they are