I want to write about the flaming fire you left me to put it off alone,, I want to write about the scorching sun you left me to burn too,, I want to write about the toxic fumes you made me inhale in confidence,,sovereign power you had over me,, I dilapidated beyond the abyss,, I wished to rise above the sun,, but you pinned me against the depth of my weakness,, slithering through the thorny trails to my home,, you suffocated me with your gleaming eyes,, optimism was the threshold in my veins,, but you induced pessimism in my bloodline,, before it all turned to this,, you listened to my words,, you danced to the rhythm aurora of my heartbeat,, you made a song to the beating of my pulse,, you were so good... So good that you could hear the grumbles of my stomach and enjoy with sweet nothings with them,, everything was possible,, we could talk with deaf, the blind would see our acquaintance, the dumb would talk behind our backs,, and it was not a big deal when you counted the shafts in my skull, it was such a dream come true before things went hay wire.. You turned gray,, your love withered and you threw it to the casket.
©Mwitha
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