
You have lost a step
As well as your innocence
In that crucial moment.
How was it with her?
Your daughter demands a pursuit
To the point of impossibility.
Your love, much like my jeans, has faded
After many washes, it frays at the edges
Not just in our minds, but in reality, too.
Only blue ribbons hold any hope,
And after the storm, the air turned blue,
Silencing our voices, unable to speak the truth.
Your touch grazed mine,
Inspiring these words I now pen,
A tale of our brief encounter,
And the varied meanings of our ill-fated love,
Concealed within our hearts and behind closed eyes.
You could never get inside my soul
And now, our supposed love is fading,
A dreadful demise in an untimely test,
Where no victor can emerge,
And everyone has departed,
Just like our desolate love .
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




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