Dear Depressed Girfriend,
Have you raked the weeds of burnt nights
pricking your sunken eyes? Cuddle the heart...
let it be content with life’s drift roaming
on fresh dreams through joys that lie ahead.
Ride among fireflies greeting your hair
with smiles running like summer's glide,
revel in lesson learned; taste its pain yet be glad
to know this ache is meant to set you free
billowing on skies of renewed hope so pure.
Then, nourish your essence with its own pleasures
bathing on stars without a cry...and to dance
in the light around the fire, under the moon,
till bygones are done without need to pine...
Let false love go!Enter this moment; soak in the rain!
AgonyAunt Contest/ Vicky Tsiluma
by nette onclaud