Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
I don’t desire the place. I don’t desire the room. I don’t desire the candle you lit, Or the rug in the living room. //
By Skylar Whitneyabout a year ago in Poets
Another day wasted. Another day gone. Another day’s passed and I still haven’t moved on. I wake up with dread, the burden of living.
I lived by your rules For far too long. I strayed from my path When I felt it was wrong. I listened to you Because you knew best.
By your side I was like the shade of the day sky with clouds in my eyes.
There, running along, soon the soaring stream plummets, now a waterfall.
You are history. Breathing life into all souls, endlessly through time.
Combustion of gas; now met with oxygen's touch to fuel the blue flames.