Starting Over
All the words I have written,
About my love for you,
Make me nauseous.
All the tears I have cried,
For this miserable story,
Have not been worth it.
Your eyes were cold sapphires,
On that hot summer morning,
When we parted.
Your hands were love,
Only for a moment,
Before it was over.
Never thought it would be you,
I would fall for,
So much that I cannot breathe.
Now in the fading light of candles,
I put down my pen,
Refusing to remember.
Copyright © Night Prophet | Year Posted 2016
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