Red Bricks and Autumn Trees
That's all that's left of the last day
Red bricks and Autumn trees stored in my last memory
As I walked away, I wanted to ask if you would remember me
Sad brown eyes with messages to convey
That’s all that I remember of our last day
Unspoken words linger in the air
Things we never said when there
We tried our best, but we couldn’t stay
That’s all that I remember of our last day
Hands that don’t meet and eyes that don’t touch
I never imagined that I could miss you this much
In the lake of October rain, we both drift away
That’s all that I remember of our last day
Time hasn’t changed the river of our admire
I always imagined these things would expire
We left without bodies, but our hearts remained
Tangled feelings, lost in a loop, stay unexplained
Emotions without a voice, without a say
That’s all that’s left of our last day
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Britt Blomster
I'm a writer, poet, storyteller and dreamer. I'm inspired by the world around me and channel that into my writing.
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