The words of yesterday.
A type of love that was love at first sight but dwindled to burning embers over time.
By Veronica SummersPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Johnny Kaufman on Unsplash
I wept upon the moonlit barrow
Shone upon the valley narrows
I searched for you
In all the morrows
But alas, you hid amongst the shadows
The moon cried out
For the sun to shine
Yet I still yearned,
For the divine.
The wolves had howled,
For the moon to stay.
Yet I still search for you amongst the day.
Why must you be so hard to find?
Why can't you simply be mine?
I longed for all there is to love
A valley separating both of us
My tears, they dry
And so I hang
The words I left in yesterday.
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About the Creator
Veronica Summers
A 25-year-old who is an aspiring writer, poet, and freelance artist trying to make her way around this crazy world.
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