crisp autumn air, whispers bear
hill crests only we know where leaves are so
amber and the sky is so golden.
Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.
crisp autumn air, whispers bear
hill crests only we know where leaves are so
amber and the sky is so golden.
Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.
i don't want to love someone
because i'm supposed to
you told me, one night in mid-july.
warm air and sun fading in the sky,
i want to fall in love with someone
i've heard this story a thousand times before.
i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,
became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,
i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be
i can only watch from afar, invisible
a ghost in your eyes, as smoke overwhelms you,
charcoal coating your lungs. i know
it's not what you want. we know
we didn't expect for it to end like this,
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