Summer melts like sorbet into autumn -
Leaves wither under the weight of the wind.
Resting at the trunk base in memoriam,
A lament for the youth of sun, entwined,
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Another past has flittered softly by,
Days of freedom pile lifelessly - still.
The final chapter lingers, ever nigh -
As worn out eyes fade and memories swill.
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The golden hues of forgotten lovers.
Mix with a blushing flush of excitement.
A bygone life sleeps beneath the covers.
A winter’s tale of a sad indictment.
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Just to be amidst summers gone again,
The sand between my toes in sweet disdain.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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