There was this charm
gave smile,
a sunny day,
quiet in our arms
we would
perhaps lunch in the park,
remember chocolates
and smiles,
so often did our laughter
take us together
to this place
no one else really even needed
understand.
The moment was ours
we kept things quiet
yet passion,
a certain mystique
she my muse
me her smile,
we did love
we knew love
we swore love
together
we found forever
until one winter night,
in the shuddering chill
we held hands
we let go.
A silent storm,
the winds
she asked me to listen to their sound
the change,
I didn’t handle it well,
I didn’t handle it,
I did know I needed to let go
thought every time
I did,
she would return
except this time,
nothing really matters,
when love
wanders
its own path
rather than that drawn
by two
sweet surrounds
holding hands.
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A Journey Through My Mystical Mind
Curving back within myself I create again and again.
A collection of beautiful thoughts, pictures and information
A blog of my struggles with mental illness, social isolation and being transgender n a hostile world.
I read, I write, I sketch. For fun.
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination- Albert Einstein
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Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
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Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
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Brett Kristian
"She believed she could, so she did." 🌙
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
