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My dear,

you are dead to me.

By Brooke JacksonPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
My dear,
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

To peel back the layers of time.

Just to see the way you first looked at me.

The first touch,

The first kiss.

The thought of us being together is a dream

that I never want to wake from.

The memories will never fade,

But the butterflies slowly twist and turn

into a never-ending haze.

Slowly forgetting what it was like to be in your arms.

The comfort that I once felt,

has completely vanished.

With a heavy heart

I would say that it’s fading.

The love we once had

is obscured and forgotten.

Our youth is dwindling,

My darling.

Along with the fire and passion

we once had.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Brooke Jackson

“I don’t want smooth sailing; I want a rainstorm. ‘Ordinary’ is something we all should be running from” -s.r.w

I enjoy writing more than anything in this world. I love writing sad poetry or fictional stories! Thanks for looking!(:

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