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.
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
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