I forgot to remember them, the soft hues of orange and green that once surrounded me
I forgot to remember the soft pink of your lips
I forgot to remember the brown of your eyes
I forgot to remember the gentle tan of your skin
I forgot to remember….
Because now everything is gray
Colors no longer exists
The world no longer shines
Your eyes no longer sparkle in the daylight
Love no longer shrouded me in its glow
I forgot to remember…
Did it ever exist?
About the Creator
Shakia
Writing has proven to be my greatest adversary, my loyalist friend, and a profound teacher. I learn something new daily and I wouldn't have it any other way.
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 days ago in Fiction
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